The Quilava, after setting up camp at the 05 mark for a few weeks, figured it was time to continue. He took a few steps. The mountain had been quiet for awhile now. He quietly ascended again. A simple 5 units. Then he came across a gate--large and towering. 41.

The Quilava turned around--now the gatekeeper of the 41. He realized what day it was and yelled across the mountain "HAPPY TAX DAY!"