"Spinisterrrrr!" Brainstorm shouts indignantly, his voice wavering as he swings farther away.

While he's sailing through the air like this he cant curl up to free his legs and try and get down. That would probably be a terrible response anyway. For now, the restraints are keeping him from plummeting face first. There is, of course, the strain it was putting on the ceiling. It groans slightly as he swings.

He knew he should have cranked himself up higher.

"It's not--" he says, swinging away. "A swing!"