[Oh, thank goodness. They're sighing in relief when the acrobat is pushed off them, pretty much having embraced the possibility of finding out what death by asphyxiation feels like, before they take the hand that's offered to them.]
M'okay... Doesn't feel like anything's broken. [Because scraped elbows don't count as injuries in their book.] Thank you.
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M'okay... Doesn't feel like anything's broken. [Because scraped elbows don't count as injuries in their book.] Thank you.