"Well, you've already gone and made it, haven't you?" Sam makes it to his knees, turning his head to look over his shoulder as he dusts off the back of his labcoat, making sure he hasn't gotten any splinters or anything like that. "I didn't see you as the punny type."

He turns around, and begins to sort the wooden pieces from the collapsed chair. Let's see -- is there enough left to try again, or have some of them actually broken?