"Huh," he guffed, clamouring to upright himself after falling over from the strain of attempting to sit down, "Surely I wasn't hit that bad compared to the others."
From underneath the temporarily assigned desk he managed climb out and power through the pain of both legs rendered much like as though they never knew the wonder of fully working knees and thigh muscles.
Minutes later the results would crinkle that particular concern but rise forth to bring up another.
"Wow," he cracked, hunching forward to intensify the hammered feeling of a back hit with full force, "Guess there's a reason why the group ain't too keen to ever do this again."
One on the skull, three down the right leg, one on the left, one on each arm and six craters of pain in the back. Thirteen strikes all up.
Tuesday, 27 July 2004 - 15:21
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