mannequin-man the living mannequin/human statue

It was late afternoon, and I'd just finished some vehicle extrication training. I'd asked the recruits taking part in the training, who'd only just realised I wasn't a dummy, to push me back on the trolley, and then put me back on the pile of dummies, so the rest of the recruits would be none the wiser. So I get wheeled back, and thrown onto the pile. Up until then, the costume had looked quite new, so I tended to stand out amongst the other dummies. This time I'd spent more time getting the costume looking authentically dirty, with soot and dirt (although it was a moving target). Soon after a lesson started on rope tying and hose rolling, it seemed to be mostly practising what they had already learnt and consisted of tying ropes to chairs and axes; the axe worried me somewhat as I imagined someone getting carried away and hacking off one of the drag dummies limbs, and I didn't want it to be mine. The rolling the hoses was interesting to watch too; as soon as they'd rolled up the hose, they'd unroll it and roll it up again; you'd think someone would have come up with a less manual way and automated this my now, unless I'm missing some tradition here.

So I'd been there quite a while, and the class had finished, and I hear someone walking down the corridor, and a guys voice, talking about that big dummy on the top of the pile. Next I feel myself being rolled over, and as this guy sees the weight, printed across the dummy costume's he face, he exclaims, "90 Kgs! What are we going to use that that one for?". He then roles me back over.

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