By this point Depth Charge had adjusted to the vomiting- well, about as much as he could adjust to the feeling of emptying reams of someone else's hair from his throat onto the floor- and could just about see the Scarecrow to his right and fumbling for his flashlight. Clumsily he ducked and grabbed his own, gasping and choking all the while, and staggered closer to his partner. The hair followed.

Wait, the hair followed? Depth Charge's eyes snapped back to the growing pile, and sure enough it seemed to jerk, as though an animal were trapped inside it somewhere. But it was so hard to think about it when he could barely blink back the tears enough to see and barely swallow down enough oxygen to survi-

- someone was there. Now the Maximal was on full alert, yanking himself back up to his full height and scanning the area for... for... where were they? He gagged, just about managing to get out a strangled, "Show your face!" before doubling up again. The Scarecrow was closer this time, though, and he found himself grabbing ahold of the man's shoulder for support. "S-slag it..."