The longer he watched, the longer it felt like he was watching someone taking turns with one of those strength games at a carnival; one would give it a try and hardly send the weight up more than a few inches. Then the strongman came along and gave it a whack hard enough to ring the bell at the top.
He sure hope Sid could at least get halfway up to the bell by noon, if they were kept out there for that long.
Either way, he was stuck there with his Medigun and hoping he wouldn't have to sew anything too important back on.