“Our friends will pull up around eight.”
Jimmy paused and stared. “I should set it all up right.”
Then he measured out the doorway’s width and height.
“It needs to go right here before we’re late.”
Then tested every connection with measured care.
Sebastian pointed at the bar. “What’s this game?”
Jimmy grinned. “You said pull up. The clue is in the name.”
“They’re coming to eat, not to train there!”
Their friends stepped in, then froze beneath the waiting bar.
“Just grab the bar, then pull yourself up some more.”
One friend swung up and kicked a bowl across the floor.
Sebastian sighed. “They're not here to go that far.”
He marched beneath the doorway. “Watch how this should go.”
He grabbed the bar; it ripped free and dropped him on his rear.
Jimmy rubbed the frame, then eyed the chandelier.
“Well, everyone should eat. This thing needs work, you know.”