"If they don't come back? Do you listen to anything I say? Jesus fucking Christ, man, I just told you! We get up, brush off the dust, fix whatever needs fixing and keep going, only it's a fuckload more shit than if they're there."
Another ornament got lifted, some sort of swirly thing that he'd probably have liked if he'd been in the mood to look at the thing properly, and was promptly thrown as hard as he could, but in a different direction to the last one.