When both your curious brother’s hands go out of commission after opening your “top secret” container…

Red Hood: How ya doin, buddy? Because dry ice is something crazy, like, negative a hundred degrees…

Red Robin: I need you to not talk to me.

Red Hood: I know, and I know you’re in a lot of pain, so just try to relax…

Red Robin: Why are you still talk- Ow!

Red Hood: *pulls out syringe from Tim’s thigh* And say hi to Sister Morphine.

Red Robin: Morphine?! Dammit, I don’t… need… That actually feels waaaay better.

Red Hood: Yeah?

Red Robin: Yeahhhh…

Red Hood: Good, then get up. You’re sitting on the beer.