The unconsciousness, combined with the fact that he still had delayed nerve receptors, made Joey do little more than smile a bit and utter a [color-blue]"hmmmmm."[/color]
He stirred a moment longer, then suddenly went still, almost death like in appearance. The last hour or so began playing again in his head.
"Bernie, didn't I ask you to not get blood on the suit? You know how expensive these are?...Red-Eye, what the hell do you do anyways?...Didn't we agree to a deathmatch of pattycake, not bust me in the nose?...Sadistic little fuck, aren't you?...Great, here I am, falling who knows how many floors, and I've got a bloodied suit, how's that going to look in the papers? Infamous Villain Thought Long Dead, Now Actually Dead.
"That'll be great, and that SOB Graviton'll be all 'finally got 'im all, now I have to find some new crime syndicate to kill off.' Fucking supers, man. Great, now I'm spinning...Aaaaaaand, now I'm wet, bloody, and dying, greaaaaaat. Next time that stupid fuck Rugal suggests a place to stay, I'm voting for the Motel 6 across town...Why is it so damn blurry here?"