[Wirt sits up, and rubs the side of his head slightly while looking over at Greg.]

Y-yeah, yeah, I'm okay. [He gets to his feet slowly, and brushes himself off a bit. He's a little sore, but nothing a little rest won't fix. Though, now that everyone is okay and not majorly injured, he's finding himself quite frustrated and he lightly smacks the kettle on Greg's head.]

See, Greg? This is exactly what I was talking about! You didn't listen to me and you fell-- a-and both of us could've really gotten hurt!