Sitting upon a steep green hillside under the clear summer sky are two men in their late-twenties. Both are wearing thigh-length shorts and having a smoke, next to them are two large and battered Zorbs.
"Newbies." one says as they see a bright green Zorb start to roll down a hill, snag on a tree root and divert into a thorn bush, where it sticks.
"There's a petition online to ban Zorbing on public land."
"Good. If it wasn't for all these morons getting one for Christmas and chucking themselves down the local park we wouldn't get so much crap off the press. The sooner the ban it, the better."
Both inhale deeply, and blow out much practised smoke rings. The Zorb in the bush rolls to the left slightly and a hand pulls itself out of the access hole.
"Some kid drowned the other day, thought if he was fast enough when he hit the water he'd get across it."
"Muppet."
"You'd think he'd have watched Back to the Future."
They both pause and think about Marty McFly for a bit.
"That was the second one wasn't it?"
"Yeah."
"That one was bloody awful."
The hand has now developed into an arm but as a leg starts to emerge the Zorb shifts to the left again and the access hole, along with the arms, get pushed into the briars.
"Think we should give him a hand?"
"Nah, he'll be all right. Anyway, it'll be a good learning experience."
The Zorb rolls to the left again, freeing itself from the bush and starting down the hill properly.
"See."
They both sit up to follow the path of the Zorb as it careers down the hill before it collides into a large oak tree, and even from this distance, there is the unmistakable sound of a large amount of air rushing out of small hole.
"He's gonna hurt tomorrow."
"Good learning experience."
The first man finishes his cigarette off, and stubbing it out on a small stone nearby he puts the butt in his pocket.
"Pub?"
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