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He didn't have time to pat himself on the back for his masterful interception of this brigand, no.
For soon he was punched in the kisser, and ziplined to the floor. He fell, and tried to think of something witty to say.
He had nothing.
Blacked out, he smelt copper - and wished he'd never come to work today.