much like a surprised human missile, Fewd flies with the propellant of an angry Lounge Lizard. At least he had already had his coffee. Soon, gravity grabs hold as the energy from LL's throw bleeds off. Pushing himself off the ground, Morgan uses the remaining energy for a handspring, and sticks the landing.
Fewd looks up and sees Loungie coming twoards him like a charging bantha.
"Oh joy..."