[and that's how Robin got drunkenly flipped over someone's shoulder, onto several knocked-over bottles of booze. thankfully, none of them break--though one of them does go rolling a ways across the carpet, and another is still wedged painfully under his ribs.]
Oooow... [writhing, trying to find the carpet with his hands--] Okay... Fine...
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Oooow... [writhing, trying to find the carpet with his hands--] Okay... Fine...