[Splat]

Jim was on the brink of panic when the platform dropped on one side and he was almost flung off. Scruben, however, was flung off. Fortunately heights wasn't one of Jim's fears, especially when a friend was in danger, so, trying to block out the slig below, he hauled on Scruben's arm and tried to edge along the swaying catwalk towards the far door.
Jim: "N-nothing, we're ok, juast hold on to my wrist. Just a minor tragedy, nothing to worry about-"
The rail swayed sharply, turningh almost on its side. Jim found his stomach pressed against the safety rail with Scruben dangling below him... and on the ground below, that stupid slig!
Jim: "Oh Odd..." He promptly froze up.


Stivik groaned. Vaguely aware that something was missing down below he twitched the muscles in his tail that were normally attached to his pants. THen a wave of pain and nausia washed over him and he slipped back into unconsciousness, unaware of the large amounts of caffine he was emptying out of his stomach onto the floor.

Shame the injection wasn't made to work with espresso as well.