[ Tim would’ve saved his most vociferous arguments for the roller skate contraption.

He’s seen enough things towed behind other things -

- he’s ridden a skateboard while hooked onto the back of an armored truck with a grappling gun -

to know how these sort of plans end. The words “redneck engineering” and “dollar store physics” definitely came up. There was a hot minute where Tim wanted to affix himself to the base of the house with duct tape to keep himself from bopping around like a ball bearing, but he wasn’t sure what removing duct tape would do to him. His skin has to be thinner.

So Tim did his best to hang on to the mesh for the ride. He looks a little green and thoroughly static electrified when he crawls out of the candy cane slipper sock that he’s used as padding in lieu of a seatbelt. His hair is sticking straight out to meet the enormous mounds of fur collar. The coat, too, looks exceedingly floofy and round.

Tim sways and sits, swinging his head to follow Branch and hisses at him. ]

For the third time, I can do a bandage than that with the lining of this coat! I’m going to do it anyway when you pass out from blood loss. I refuse to let people die from stubbornness.