[He groans and clutches his head. Oh, gods, his head. Owww, his ass. Shit! That really hurts. He groans again, for good measure. He's probably alright, he guesses, but his brain feels like it's playing bongos on the inside of his skull, and his ass is half numb and half carpet burned and probably black and blue all over. He glances blearily at one of his elbows, which is also sporting a bump and a bruise, and makes a whiny sound in the back of his throat before he can stop himself.]
Ugh. There aren't any teeth missing, right? [Another groan.] I landed right on my face.
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Ugh. There aren't any teeth missing, right? [Another groan.] I landed right on my face.