[Gon sets his feet, ready to catch, but he doesn't have time to make sure the ice is broken under them -- so he's skidding a few feet himself when the dumpster hits him, letting out a surprised yelp before he catches his balance.]
Okay, so -- ready, set--
[He shoves it again, properly forward this time, and then dashes after it laughing as it grinds to a halt on a less icy patch of ground.]
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Okay, so -- ready, set--
[He shoves it again, properly forward this time, and then dashes after it laughing as it grinds to a halt on a less icy patch of ground.]