That's quite a bag-full, Sean. You must be a proud papa, and a better man than I. I would have chalked it up to a lesson learned and given that one a mighty chuck into the oblivion. Pennance to be paid by picking up trash at the base after the climb. I never would have even considered jamming the handle of the fec-bomb into my mouth. I mean, did you consider the consequences of an inopportune slip? One unexpected shift of an aider and you're face-planting into the wall where that landmine is bound to explode. Could you imagine a face-full of steaming coiler? Yikes...
I question why he didn't hand it to you while he went and got the tube. You would have helped him out right? He's your wall partner.
If I remember correctly this is how the whole dookie deal went down...
Their ledge was like 8 feet below and to the climbers right of mine.
When Sean dropped the deuce, he was hanging next to and just below the left side of their ledge.
He had to climb up just to get level with me and the poop tube was slightly above and to the right of me.
Here was my view down on them...
At first, Sean started to set the steaming coiler on Mike's ledge, but Mike shut that down..
"You aren't puting that on MY ledge!" or something to that effect.
So Sean stuck that stinky time bomb in his teeth and started climbing up to the tube,
so he was basically out of range of my help until he had already climbed up to me.
Besides, I was in shock and laughing so hard, I almost forgot to get a picture.