The tar was reluctant to give up its prize, until it suddenly gave all in one and sent released Gobo into the air like a snapped rubberband. He let out a cry as he flew, and had enough time to brace before hitting the ground with a splorch and a brief roll.

"Great." He sat up with some difficulty, if only because the tar on the back of his head wanted to stay on the ground, feeling like it nearly took his scalp with it. "Now I'm covered in goo and sand."