codyvfrost is awesome! Thank you!

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The story:
Sunday evening at MFF 2012, as the con was winding down, Maximus, Tiptoe, and I were contacted by Hollie Hyena and invited up to her and her friend Sodalite's room for foot massages and con videos. I had to drop something off at the hotel room first, so Max and Tip went ahead. By the time I got to Hollie's, she had melted Tiptoe into a pool of bliss with a foot, hand, and scalp massage and had started working on Maximus next. I flumped belly-down on the bed next to Maximus to watch Sodalite's con videos. Once Hollie finished with Max's feet, she had him turn belly-down (head toward the end of the bed, same as me) so she could massage his hands, with much happy murring from the bear. Once she'd finished that, she asked if I'd like a foot massage. After a bit of hemming and hawing, I agreed, at which point Hollie instructed me to shove the big bear out of the way.

With a grin, I gave him a playful two-handed push. I expected that he would be anticipating it and be braced. He wasn't. To my surprise, not only was he -not- braced, he was in the midst of rolling off the bed to get out of the way. By the time I reacted to pull my push, it was too late: he'd already been hurried past the tipping point. In near slow-motion, everyone watched as he toppled off the bed, arms flailing, legs narrowly missing the bedstand lamp... right into a pile of Hollie's clothes. (Hence the '*coughcoughmaxinmyclothescoughcough*' comment in Hollie's con journal...)

In my defense: I am the youngest in my family. If my older brother had heard Hollie's instruction in Max's place, he would have smirked and braced into immobility just to mess with me. I've come to expect this. But... nobody told Max. Oops!