The operative word would still be 'buzzing' at this point.
There's a bit of shockwebbing still hanging on his head as he stumbled in, eyes just a bit dazed and mouth too busy muttering random curses to do much of anything else. He edged into the door, tripped on nothing at all as his helpful plastic wall disappeared, and flopped to the ground.
From behind him out the door, a soft hum sounded. A slurred voice asked, with varying speed and pitch:
"Izzz awwl" Hic! "sadizfagtoreee. . . M'lorrrr' Rodney?"
The man on the ground didn't even turn his head. He was busy waiting until his head stopped vibrating.
"All the smooth, glossy robots in the galaxy," muttered Milord, "and I get stuck with an epileptic!"
Finally, however, he managed to get single vision of things and realized that his up was nothing like the up in his shuttle proper. He blinked once, twice, and finally let out a deep breath.
It could, after all, be worse.
[tinytag: rod gallowglass]
From behind him out the door, a soft hum sounded. A slurred voice asked, with varying speed and pitch:
"Izzz awwl" Hic! "sadizfagtoreee. . . M'lorrrr' Rodney?"
The man on the ground didn't even turn his head. He was busy waiting until his head stopped vibrating.
"All the smooth, glossy robots in the galaxy," muttered Milord, "and I get stuck with an epileptic!"
Finally, however, he managed to get single vision of things and realized that his up was nothing like the up in his shuttle proper. He blinked once, twice, and finally let out a deep breath.
It could, after all, be worse.
[tinytag: rod gallowglass]