"Soooo... Now that we're all buddy-buddy..." Arthur began, "Could someone please help me up into the chair at the table?" He clumsily pulled himself into another awkward position as he once again tried and failed to stand.<br/><br/>"Jeez that's aggravating!" he said when he hit the ground. "Now how am I going to st-" he stopped for a moment to reconsider the word "steal" that he had been about to say, "...Stand up in the mornings! Thank you ever so much for deadening the excruciating pain I must be going through with that selection of tranq fluid, but couldn't you have, oh... I don't know... knocked me out instead of putting gashes in my leg?"<br/><br/>He thought for a moment. "Then again, I wouldn't have been able to shoot you otherwise." Smiling, he held out his hand to the intruder and said, "Well played sir, very well played indeed."<br/><br/>He was still, however lying on the ground due to the situation in his leg, and in his mind, he had reached the point where he was tired of being insane, which caused him to regress through the layers of his strategically placed defenses. rather ironically, his regression stopped at exasperated this time, as his emotions had a habit of playing Russian Roulette with each other.<br/><br/>"Oh, come on! will someone<span style="font-style: italic">please</span>help me up? I mean I'm not dying or anything, but can't the guy with the useless leg get<span style="font-style: italic">some</span>sympathy?" He asked loud enough for everyone to hear.