“Why is there mud?” Tripp huffed as he pulled his foot out of the pile with a disgusting squish. Christian chuckled. “Hate to break it to you, but that’s not mud.” The stench hit me immediately and, from the looks of things, Tripp realized it too. “Shit,” he said with disgust. “There you go, buddy. Now you got it right,” Christian said in the most placating tone possible.
