Well geez. Wasn't this the way it always was--? The world tilts off and spins into a debilitating oblivion, only to have itself crashed through my something so off-the-wall, you didn't have any choice BUT to buck up and try to fix it.

And in immediate retrospect, this really didn't look good in Bart's favor, did it?

"A-ah! No! Scourge! Down boy! S-sit!"
It was the first thing that came to his mind, really.

Hart shoved out his hands, waving them in the closest attempt at a 'nooooooo' he could manage, as he tried to crawl out from under Bart's lean over him.

"--he's good, Scourge!" Bad idea. "--he's with me!" Try again. "--we know each other!"