"And finally that's a yes," I say, with a great deal of relief, hopping down and shouting, "Hey, we got an injury here!"

Time to scrounge up some more folks, potentially real folks. And doctors, and get this treated, and it'll all be fine.

Maybe not fine. But adequate. Major, but not major. I'll take it over something worse, although obviously I'd rather it not have happened, or happened to me instead.