"Sure they can," Dustin answers. "Although it would have to be..."
A beat. Dustin prods the end of the branch into the ground near his free foot, finding that the ubiquitous plant cover doesn't sag there like where his other leg is trapped, presses firmly on it and slowly leans backwards. A few seconds later his foot pops free in a shower of compost - and the rest of him stumbles back with it, flopping onto his ass.
"--Ah! There." Hurriedly, Dustin hops upright and brushes himself off. "Anyway--it'd have to be a fuckton of fertilizer for something like this to happen. Feels intentional."
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A beat. Dustin prods the end of the branch into the ground near his free foot, finding that the ubiquitous plant cover doesn't sag there like where his other leg is trapped, presses firmly on it and slowly leans backwards. A few seconds later his foot pops free in a shower of compost - and the rest of him stumbles back with it, flopping onto his ass.
"--Ah! There." Hurriedly, Dustin hops upright and brushes himself off. "Anyway--it'd have to be a fuckton of fertilizer for something like this to happen. Feels intentional."