~I don't even know where your back ends and your arse begins!~

[Jono just hangs on for dear life. Backwards. Once the chupacabras have faded into the distance he risks patting what he's pretty sure is not a butt. Pretty sure.]

~Oi, I think you can stop now. Preferably before I fall off. And I'm not sure trying to 'take them' would have been smart. They seemed to think you would be rather tasty.~