[Emil, a dingus, is halfway into trying to perform a grand rescue before he realizes he doesn't need to, and has to comically backtrack to avoid throwing himself into the path of the falling beam, as it were. It's all very slapstick. He trips and gets a faceful of dust, coughing despite the cloth over his mouth.
Cool. Cool cool cool.]
Iiii'm... great! Fantastic. You moved.
[This isn't a complaint, obviously, but now he's on the floor.]
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Cool. Cool cool cool.]
Iiii'm... great! Fantastic. You moved.
[This isn't a complaint, obviously, but now he's on the floor.]