Nice landing. It'd be a real shame if something were to happen to it.

Grif pops back into existence mid-scream, bounces off of something that is quite probably human, rolls for several feet, and lays there like the dead for a good fifteen seconds, stunned.

He finally catches his breath, sits up to spit out a mouthful of dirt and grass, and looks over.

Oh, that was Wash. Sorry, Wash.

"Can I just be the first one here to say what the fuck?"