One day I was watching my little brother play PvZ GW2 and something sort of like this happened.
I scanned the neighborhood, looking for any good place to wait for the plants to arrive. I saw another foot soldier try to rocket jump onto the tombstone and realized that the tombstone is the perfect spot to stand and protect it from the plants. The foot soldier prepared to try again but I really wanted that spot so I locked him in a nearby port-a-potty.
The first time I tried to get up I tripped and smacked into the graveyard.
The second time got a bit lost while flying through the air and ended up on top of the port-a-potty.
The third time I got airsick.
The fourth time I accidentally crashed into a passing seagull.
The fifth time I accidentally landed on top of the garden instead of the graveyard.
The sixth time I forgot to rocket jump so I missed the top of the graveyard.
The seventh time I was abducted by aliens.
The eighth time the aliens interrupted my jump by asking directions to the nearest pizza store.
The ninth time the aliens interrupted by thanking me for giving them directions to the pizza store.
The tenth time I sneezed and the force of the sneeze propelled me away from the graveyard.
Eleventh time's a charm right? Heh Heh... nope.
But you'd NEVER guess what happened on the twelfth try.
I
landed
on
the
graveyard.
"WOO! WOO HOO!" I yelled and jumped up and down in jubilation.
At that point I noticed a chomper on the ground staring at me but he couldn't reach me so I laughed at him.
That made him mad but its his fault for being on the ground and not on the graveyard.
I looked around admiring the view and saw a peashooter on a nearby rooftop.
I stared at him.
He stared at me.
I blinked at him.
He blinked at me.
I stuck out my tongue at him.
He stuck out his nonexistent tongue at me.
I taunted at him.
He stompin peas'd back at me.
I laughed so hard I fell off the graveyard and got eaten by the chomper.
I hate peas.