Doc shows his confidence in their handiwork by stepping on up without protest, still holding his cup of 'coffee' in one hand while the other is shoved in his pocket. Funnily enough his coffee smells like he might have accidentally spilled just a finger of paint stripper in it. Whoops.

He climbs onto it and starts walking, pausing briefly in the middle where it would get the most strain. No creaking or splintering noises. But he's not going to try bouncing on it. He'll be heavier layered up and wearing boots, but if it all turns to shits he's going to be running anyway, not standing around.

"You two should have a little more faith in your workmanship," Doc muses as he makes it to the other side and steps off. It's not this reinforced oversized plank he's worried about; it's the fall into the crack that sets off the internal screaming.