Fists Up

Hey! My hands just curled into tight fists completely on their own. I threw a quick jab into the empty air. Boom! I am actually moving. No warm slice of pizza around, which is totally unacceptable, but my boots stomped right down on this glowing pale ground. Clack! It holds firm. If moldy mario tries to jump me here, he is in for a rude awakening. I tapped the flat surface beneath me with my knuckles to check its grip. I am completely awake and ready.