"Here, Counterfly," the second-in-command snapped at Chick, who, jeeringly amused, had been lounging against a gear locker, "do rouse yourself for a moment and bear a hand with Blundell," that awkward fellow, disposed to ticklishness, meanwhile having begun to scream and thrash about in his efforts to escape Lindsay's grasp.
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At this point, I have to suspect that the "plummeting airship" is merely "an airship that's in for a slightly rougher than normal landing," no matter how panicked Randolph St. Cosmo seemed. Lindsay began by announcing it rather calmly and expectantly, as if he'd been waiting for this particular Miles Blundell screw up. Miles seemed rather nonplussed by his mistake. And here, Chick is just hanging out off to the side trying to come up with a good insult that would really take the piss out of poor Miles.
This moment feels like maybe Lindsay is just beginning to see that things could get quite out of hand and it's partially his fault for letting Miles slacking nature come to this point.
Also, it's just more slapstick as the poor little fat kid struggles and screams in fits of ticklish hysterics while Lindsay is trying to get the valve closed and the cool kid smokes a blunt off to the side while chuckling at their misfortune.
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