“Oop—I is tripped.”
“Oops, I thought. Oops is an all-purpose word standing for every bit of profanity, blasphemy, and pornographic and scatological execration I could think of.”
“OOPS!”
“Ey oop, nah then, si thi, asta summat simla i' verdigris?”
“Maybe your pregnant. Oops, hold on, you're not pregnant, on account of you're not gettin any.”
“Oops,” I whispered as I met Ryan’s worried gaze. “Sorry about that.”“Are you kidding? That was great!”“Great? I knocked out the electricity.”“But you didn’t blow up my room.”