In the tones of someone commenting on someone else hitting the sauce, he says, "I see someone's a fan of Pro-Fem."

There's a certain set of drugs that exists in his universe. Let's just say they're the type that make sex-swap fic-writers very happy.

Brainy quickly pulls off the pressure bandages, wincing as the bleeding starts up again. Make it quick, Zelda. They don't have a ton of time. One, he needs the bleeding to stop, two, they just don't have a lot of time.