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Within seconds of turning around, Khan let all thought of the strange entourage leave his brain, dwelling once more on celebrities and socializing and all the strange new expectations and possibilities invited into his life by one moderately successful movie.  Then, something very fast and very heavy hit him like a hundred winning homerun baseballs.  There was a blur of motion, and then Khan was pressed suddenly into a puddle of dirty rainwater, a harsh, spindly figure holding him down.  

He was encircled by the four giants, mechanical face-plates glinting beneath the hoods.  At the head of the group was a woman.  Sort of.  She was all sleek silver metal and soft white porcelain and long, razor fingers.  Her face was blank and unrevealing.  The rain slid off her without leaving any moisture behind.  

"Apologize," she said, looking down on him.

"Hey, here's an idea—" Khan strained against the figure holding him down.  There was momentary give, and then another of the hooded figures came down and placed a calm, crushing hand on Khan's sternum, holding him in place and pushing all the air from his lungs.  

"Here's another idea," he said. "Maybe go throw yourself out a window—"

His twin hearts, at this, gave an enormous twin burst, pushing a sudden surge of strength through his body.  He shoved, and the two figures holding him down were sent sprawling in opposite directions.  And then, the largest of the figures stepped out of the circle and planted a huge foot the size of a garbage-can lid down on Khan's chest, breaking several ribs immediately.  What followed was a chain of rambling swears and insults, ranging from, "Everyone who ever loved you was wrong" to "If you were a potato you'd be a shriveled up famine potato" and, not directed at anyone in particular, "And my coat is [i]fucking[/i] ruined—" 

Then, soon enough, Khan calmed down.  The transition from rambling frustration to sudden coolness was as jarring as it was quick.

"Here's the thing, miss," said Khan.  "I don't do apologies.  That's not happening any time soon.  I didn't apologize to the Latin Kings, I didn't apologize to Michael Keaton, and, for the handful of people who actually probably deserved one, no, no apologies there either.  I think it would literally boil my soul, or something.  So this is me hoping you're going to take charge and be the better person here, because I guess someone has to.  Also you started it, and this is all your fault."