ONE PLEASANT NIGHT IN PARIS FOR CHEAP

[Lucy]

YOU IMMEDIATELY BOLT UPRIGHT AND STAND UP OUT OF YOUR WHEELCHAIR. BUT ALAS, YOUR FISHY HINDQUARTERS RENDER YOU UNABLE TO DO AS SUCH AND AS THOUGH YOU WERE SOME KIND OF SEA CREATURE DIVORCED FROM THE LIQUID FROM WHENCE YOU BELONG. YOU FACEPLANT, AND BRUISE YOUR FACE PERFECTLY EVENLY ACROSS THE BOARD.
WHILST LYING UPON THE COLD HARD REALITY OF A COBBLESTONE ROAD YOU HAPPEN UPON A WITNESS, ITS A CHEF, A YOUNG ONE TOO, JOGGING TOWARDS YOU AS THOUGH TO OFFER YOU AID IN YOUR WEAKEST OF MOMENTS. A PLEASANT GESTURE ONE MIGHT THINK, IF NOT FOR THE FACT THAT THEY TOO ARE A COLOSSAL DUMBASS AND TRIP ON THE SWEET NOTHING AT THEIR FEET LIKE THE MOST CLUMSY OF GIRAFFES AND LAND FACE FIRST IN THE PAVEMENT NEXT TO YOU.

IT APPEARS AS THOUGH YOU HAVE MADE AN ACQUAINTANCE OF SHARED CIRCUMSTANCE, HOW WILL YOU PROCEED.