The whole world was slower than Quickman. Never did it seem slower than when Bass tripped him. Moments dragged by agonizingly as he watched the ground and... that... come closer, and closer. He tried shifting his center of gravity, doing something, anything to avoid his fate.
His scream as his face landed in the pile be heard for miles. From that day forth, Quickman vowed he would kill any dog that dared defecate on the lawn. NEVER AGAIN.
... Now to get the taste out of his mouth...