[Not too sure, but he goes for it. Crime scene indeed. The sock's kind of dangling like a half-filled sausage. And his socks are white.]

And to think once upon a time I'd be in a screaming heap on the ground.

[He sets his foot on the ground and starts edging the sock off.] It'll be fine in a few minutes. Here. Stand between the sun and my foot. You'll get to see something cool.