"You're OUT!" hollowed the Senior Field Warden.
"Wha--?" said Crouchgumm.
"You failed to bump foreheads with the Third Log Squatter--an' you're OUT!"
Suddenly Crouchgumm, the team's Master Downline Smacker, realized he really hadn't touched forehead when he should have. He didn't even get a chance to call for a Mercy Time Out before the Extreme Penalty Squad shot him full of holes with their arrows.
The game went on without skipping a beat.