<em>"I can live with that."<br/><br/>As they plummet towards the ground, Whiplash muses to himself wordlessly that he could die with that, too, when the time comes. Admittedly, Dr. Destruction proves more melodramatic and less eloquent than he would have guessed, but, then, he supposes, given the Doctor's position of power, he's hardly in a position to point out such to the esteemed resistance leader.<br/><br/>As they fall, Whiplash quickly tries to calculate which of them can endure the fall, and which couldn't. Jesse... no. Not a chance. Bast? Possibly, if she has enough time, but unlikely. Frenzy he's unsure of. Haste, he knows, can endure some pretty impressive blows... but not this. But Humour can. Good. Just enough.<br/><br/>As soon as he's freed from the bonds that confine him, Whiplash immediately reaches out with his four limbs, stretching and expanding them to form protective cocoons of sorts about four of the others, covering every inch of them, leaving Humour to his own abilities, knowing his elastic flesh won't be harmed seriously at all by the fall, but that, if they are to succeed, every member of the team will undoubtedly prove invaluable.<br/><br/>"Don't struggle. I'll let go once we've hit the ground."</em>