His butt STILL hurt okay? Forrest just tried his best to ignore it, and held the toy-thing in the horizon. It kinda got boring the fourth time A shadow of smile crossed his face as he pressed the clamp and released the index bar. Now... choosing Polaris as his reference point, he lowered it back to read the angle.

19°.

Tongue out again, he did the calculation:

90°-19°=71°

He wrote it down and puffed his cheeks. There was only one thing left to do for today, and it was the only thing he didn't look forward to.