'Quin lay on the ground, staring cross-eyed at the sky and feeling slightly woozy. Kit rushed over to check on him, and he stumbled to his feet.<br/><br/>"Yeah, I'm probably fine. We should check, though. How many fingers am I holding up?" He asked, holding up two fingers.<br/><br/>"Quack, quack!" Marvin answered as he drifted leisurely in the pool. "I wasn't askin' you!" 'Quin shouted back. He smiled reassuringly at Kit, who's stare had been growing more and more anxious, and tapped on his noggin. "Don't worry, doll. Head like a rock, and twice as door."<br/><br/>It occurred to him for a moment that something was wrong with that sentence, but he shrugged it off and grabbed the dented soda can.<br/><br/>"Want a drink?"