With a great yell, and an even greater tug on the haft of the axe, Grog's legs finally come free of the muck.

His pants are ruined, probably. He doesn't know much about cleaning clothes, given that he doesn't really wear them very often, but he's pretty sure this stain isn't gonna come out.

Breathless from the exertion, Grog flops on the ground, arms out, and just pants.

"That... was way harder than it shoulda been."