Fine. [ — is the sullen and slightly dejected answer from somewhere deep in the ballpit. His voice reverberates through his "watery" grave, casting off the balls from somewhere down below. ] If I ever recover from the crippling embarrassment of falling in front of you, ahh...

[ His woe is palpable as he lays there, finally making a cursory effort to dig his way upwards once he senses the other man approach. ]

We may have lost our pursuers like this, but now my secret's out.

[ He sucks at physical activity. ]