Waking up in front of his computer, The King of Thieves hears a commotion outside. Rushing to see what was amiss, he sees heroes and anti-heroes led by Pinkenstein as they accost a man wearing bad clown makeup and sporting a maniacally villainous, albeit cliche laugh.
"That's my laugh!" he said to himself. "No one steals The King of Thieve's laugh and gets away with it!".
Launching himself into the fray, he is quickly met with a punch that sends blood flowing profusely out of his nose.
"Ow!" he exclaimed in surprise. "My shapeshifting abilities, which normally protect me from such blows, don't seem to be working!"
After brushing himself off, he quickly regained his feet and looked for an advantage to make up for his sudden loss of powers. All the while muttering to himself, "Why didn't I take the red pill? Why the hell did I take the blue pill?"