Everything must have a beginning and an end; for example the Red Bull I'm drinking now, or Michael Jackson's passing, or the Sturmbeest's life......as the contestants continued chiseling at it, its life finally declined to oblivion.
It was constantly thinking of shaking off the two pesky worms in its face, and go after the clamorous, annoying houseflies further away. However, its cumbersome physique and wounded legs repeatedly provided them with ample time to escape.
What was worse, was the fact the two pesky worms were dishing out decent damage. They were like little pebbles by the riverbank; appearing insignificant, but tough enough to break someone's tooth! Carrying an unwilling grievance, this enormous beast sprayed out massive amounts of blood; emitting a reluctant and sorrowful grunt, as it despondently collapsed to the ground. Ultimately, dropping a brilliantly radiating, silver key!