Hey, it's no big deal, really. [Wally laughs, taking the hand for balance more than anything and pushing himself up.] I'm fine.
[He'll have a few bruises, that's for sure, but he's had way worse than a cranky pig stomping on him and his metabolism means he heals fast, so it won't take long at all. Dusting himself down, Wally indicates the chicken frantically running circles not too far away.]
Since this is my fault, do you want me to help out with that?
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[He'll have a few bruises, that's for sure, but he's had way worse than a cranky pig stomping on him and his metabolism means he heals fast, so it won't take long at all. Dusting himself down, Wally indicates the chicken frantically running circles not too far away.]
Since this is my fault, do you want me to help out with that?