[The Lotad, by some miracle, lands upright and on its feet, and when it watches New Snippers waddle away it follows him, and puts a little nubby foot delicately on Fitzroy's foot, tilting its lilypad back to stare at him again.
Argo just lies on his back and groans dramatically, lifting a hand to drape across his forehead for a moment. Until he realises Fitz isn't giving him any pity, so he just pushes himself back to his feet.]
Yeah, yeah. At least you didn't rage to do it, we don't need more shit blowing up.
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Argo just lies on his back and groans dramatically, lifting a hand to drape across his forehead for a moment. Until he realises Fitz isn't giving him any pity, so he just pushes himself back to his feet.]
Yeah, yeah. At least you didn't rage to do it, we don't need more shit blowing up.