Sorry pal ah dinni want tae be fykerie.
But yer no actually fleein – yir in free fa.
Ahn you are fa’n fast cos ahm having tae flee doonwards like buggery tae keep up.
Dinni worry tho it disni hurt.
Til ye hit the grund.
Then yir deid.
fa, faw: fall, to fall.
Sorry dear acquaintance, I do not want to be fussing over trifling matters.
But you are not actually flying – you are in free fall.
And you are falling fast because I am having to fly downwards with extreme effort to keep up.
Do not worry though it does not hurt.
Until you hit the ground.
Then you’re dead.