Richard Conway heaves outward arm outstretched. "Wait! Damnit, Serge! Stop going off without-"

But it was too late. Everyone fell to the ground, one by one. Richard Conway fell to his stuffed little ragdoll knees, landing face first onto the laminated tilework...

And then got back up rubbing his head, wondering what the hell just happened. Upon feeling actual hair, he immediately looked at his hands, and then looked into his trousers for a second, heaving out a relieved sigh.

"Just... Don't do that again, Serge. I now have a heart that can have attacks again."