Even on a good day, James wasn't a very coordinated guy.

So while he saw this impending disaster from a mile away, there was nothing he could do but faceplant right into the floor with Havoc's weight on top of him when that chair finally decided it'd had enough of their antics.

It seemed to be an appropriately ironic end to an... eye-opening situation.

James had never been a fan of irony.

"... Uh... uh huh," came the weak, muffled reply from the floor, where James had remained even after his boss had managed to pick himself up.

The floor was his home now.