He remembered the Buildra's teachings; all bridges will consist of 12 bricks, no matter where you are, or how many you thought you had.
Lemmy had a dilemma. He was running out of bricks and had nowhere else to turn. He placed his 9th brick down, and the Cursor didn't care, it was elseware. As he placed the 10th brick down it made it place as loud as he could to try and get the attention of the Cursor. The Cursor still didn't come over. The Cursor still wasn't interested in him after he started placing the 11th brick.
"What's going on?" thought Lemmy, "First the cursor saves my life by making me build, then forgets that I'm gonna run out of bricks, so I'll fall into the acid anyway. I often wonder why I bother."
It's only when he placed the 12th and final brick that the cursor took any interest in coming back over.
"Well it's about time!" Lemmy said to the Cursor, "where the hell have you been?"
To lemmy's surprise the cursor responded; "Well, it's not easy keeping track of you and the other like-you's 500 pixels away, I was busy building them out of a pit, you know, pits are the worst..."
"Don't small talk me mister!" Lemmy choked, "Since when have a group of unendangered lifelings take priority over one that is just about to die?"
"Ever heard of the saying; "The needs of the many outweigh the needs of the few"?"
"That's beside the point!" Lemmy exclaimed, "I don't care if there were 45 other me's back there, I should take priority, because of the hazard below me!"
"If that's the way you're gonna take it," the Cursor motioned, "then I guess I'll just leave."
"No, wait. I'm sorry, I got carried away there." Lemmy apologized, "What do you want me to do?"