As Rick dictated the movements, Chili copied. First, he struck a cool stance. He stood with his legs apart, feet grounded. He stared at Rick's glowing optic, nodding firmly along with his direction and then made a final nod. "Okay, I think I've got this down." So sure of this.

Chili then shut his eyes and repeated the first part: cool stance, nasty sneer, (he forgot to add a line because he's already too dizzy), and now it was time for the spin and the kick. Chili made a loud "Huuah!" as he propelled himself with one foot to spin before trying to perform a high kick, but that probably was not the wisest option in a cramped infirmary room.

The patient fell and hit his head on the ground, his foot managing to hit nothing but the underside of the bed. After successfully flipping the bed with his foot and completely destroying his room, surely there would be something to be proud of??

"........................." Oh. While he may not be unconscious, Chili appears unresponsive after his nasty spill.