Oh nooo. This was terrible! How did he miss that? Brainstorm could have sworn he got every inch of Spinister. How did that even get there? The heli took him from behind! But then there was all that clamoring around. Gosh, he doesn't know!

Sex is outrageous magic and he doesn't understand it.

All this sort of flickers across his face like an open book. Slowly he sinks down into his chair and puts his head into his hands. He takes a look at his mask after a pause, then picks it up and clicks it back on before returning to his miserable pose. Please end him now.