"Fuckssake," Stutely groaned. But it was a better idea than he had, which was... well, he had no ideas. Fine, bird calls it was.
Only problem was, he needed both hands for that, and one arm was currently pinned between his body and the net. He closed his free hand around the net's webbing, his face contorting slightly as he set his focus on carefully – carefully – working the arm free—
His elbow slipped just a fraction, and the net swayed again.
For god's sake, why were they being clever about this, wasn't like there was anybody else around to hear them. "ARTHUR!" he yelled. "ART, YOU BLOODY BERK, IT'S US!"