They could do it with one hand in the pocket, puffing away casually on a ciggarette, trotting casually around the course silently and karate chopping to bits each piece of apparatus after they have jumped it.
Then backflip (again in complete silence) up to the bar, order a Martnini, shaken, not stirred and headbut the cocktail shaker to bits, kill the barman with a finger jab then casually sip drink in Roger Moore fashion with eyebrow raised in self appreciation.
Heno