[Coop's lips, already thinly flattened, quirk awkwardly as he watches Sir Triangle grapple mightily with gravity. He...kinda feels bad for him, nonsensical babbling and all.]

Mm. Noted and appreciated. [Look at this dude, dodging thinly veiled threats Matrix style.] You're getting a little too well acquainted with it for comfort. Would you like some help?