"The room is spinning," Scoob thinks to himself as he sprawls on the floor, pulse pounding in his head, breath wheezing. He realizes the burly fellow leading the class, has spoken.
"I need a new sword", Scoob replies. "Not that I'll be able to lift it at the moment...um...I think I'll just hang out here on the floor for a bit, if you don't mind, before I see your inventory." As nausia threatens to overwhelm him, he says "Maybe this is the advanced class and I need to step it down a notch before jumping right in."