ghost be just saying things because hes to scared to try it

I set out to test the water park segment next. Perched safely on the chrome edge of the kitchen sink, I angled myself beside a shallow ceramic baking dish filled with clear water. A stainless steel spoon served as my flume chute. When a stray drop tapped the surface, circular ripples fanned out, catching my neon blue outline and pink sunglasses in tiny liquid fractures. I stayed completely dry on the rim while watching the current gently swirl. It was a remarkably smooth ride, fully cleared for safety.