Offr.com: What's it worth?

The King, never stops showing.

As a Candyman, one must be like all candies. And in the world of candy, no sweet is tougher than a Jawbreaker. It lasts for hours. Bismarck has learned to carry the mindset of one, and now resists his pain just the same as a Jawbreaker lasts in the mouth for hours. His gob-- or rather, his self-- cannot be stopped (Ha!). An autopsy or similar investigation reveals that his pastry brain has chunks of jawbreaker strewn about in it; a sort of cake-candy mixture. His skin, too, has tiny pieces of red, blue, and yellow color that are typically seen in jawbreakers.

Remus lay unresponsive on the floor; enshrouded in a cloud of psychoactive gas, his trusty oversized cross laying besides him as always. In spite of his condition, some semblance of a sentence managed to slur its way out of his unconscious lips.

"...Goddamnit, gotta get back to the fuggin' job-"

Still fully unconscious, one hand reached over in a slow and practised movement that had by now reached some sort of muscle memory: hefting up the large cross and slapping himself harshly across the side of the face with the enormous thing.
Bringing him back to the land of the living.

Jack learned to push through most things that would otherwise slow him down and continues to push to accomplish his goal.

You're going to take a licking sometimes. You gotta learn to keep on ticking.

The mobster's been through tougher scrapes than this. A few cuts and bruises won't stop them.