Hahaha yeah! The good old fire department! Where he worked! Haha, ha, ha...

Jack tugs on the world's greatest makeshift rope, and it seems to hold fine. Well then, he'll trust to Sinclair's knots. And if he kinda... grabs onto the thing like this, and if he clamps onto the bottom with his soles like this...

(going off vague memories of climbing rope in gym class, let's all laugh, more laughter, ha, ha, ha)

Okay good, he's got this, he's climbing and

then a knot slips and comes undone.

Jack's eyes go wide for a second, like those of a coyote who's just run off the edge of a cliff, and then he lets out his third and loudest unmanly yelp of the morning.

And gains his third and easily most painful butt bruise.