Grouse Thicket if he said, 'help me kill the president'

There was a sudden shuffle, like her limbs were going out from under her and that meant his limbs were no longer supported so great; it was like they were dancing an awkward side-step, and before he knew it they were both down (falling was so much fun!) — and Screech was uncomfortably pinning her down. Oh, oops.

Why did he always end up on top of girls?

You're not supposed to be there, he commented, almost saying the first thought that came to mind (see above), but instead slurring something similar. He took a deep breath (sorry Fire for the crushing) and tried to lift himself up or roll or something to make her feel better, and managed to stand for a few seconds before fwump! he just kinda, hit the dirt.

There!! Betterrrr.