This Challenge is no exception. Mulie is suitably miffed, as she prefers her men tender indeed, as she finds high-fiving the dude sitting on the headboard while slapping that Wisconsin ass you just busted into to be a tad common. Great generals always survey the battlefield on the morning of a battle. Napoleon insisted on walking the entire ground, to get a feel for his troop and artillery placement. Alexander the Great made outstanding use of scouts and spies, as did Robert E. Lee.
Generalship requires a keen analytical mind and an intuitive feel for topography.
Great captains are able to conduct precise, detailed analysis of the battleground and adjust tactics accordingly. Ahh, so THAT explains how that show got greenlighted. Unfortunately, casualties are light, with only James enduring a mild shock upon gracefully flinging his lanky body straight into one of the poles. Here, Mulie discovers the effects of aeronautic drag on a lardass and takes a header right into a pile of poo. She continues on, undaunted, in the best tradition of someone too stupid to quit.