Muddy kicks out by simply getting his shoulder up from the concrete. Strangely it wasn’t that hard- those forks tend to be pretty wobbly and well greased so you can adjust their position. You’d think Graves would have stood on Muddy’s shoulders.

”aye! Where my banner be at woman?”

A disgruntled looking forklift driver walks up the hallway, sighing heavily while turning the key over and lifting the hydrolics back up and rolling away... right over Muddy.

got dayum!”