Chilled Rampart Test

Stared out from my high perch atop the tub. Too much quiet. A stronghold must prove its strength under weight. I turned toward the frozen spinach monolith bracing my back. Dug both feet into the frosted cardboard lid beneath me. Dropped my center low. Grunted. Slammed my thick shoulder straight into the green brick with full brute force. A dull thud echoed inside the frozen cavern. A rain of fine white rime drifted onto my knuckles. The spinach block did not yield a fraction of an inch. Stood upright and exhaled a freezing mist. Rumbled low in approval. Rock solid.