John Marsh is back in the swamp, flirting with disaster. Wearing a kayak shirt and super tight and obscenely short shorts, he struggles to cross a river of mud. After escaping that, we carelessly steps into a pool of quickmud. After sinking up to his armpits he manages to drag himself out and continue on his journey. Next, he encounters a large expanse of mud that he must cross. "How deep could it be?", he asks himself as he steps out into it. Let's just say, "three strikes and you're out".