Fizz falls into an ungraceful heap on the ground at Valentino's feat, coughing as he gets his bearings back. Ugh...

Nothing this guy is saying registers to him; but why would it? "Heh? I don't know anyone on radio. I'm a performer, not an assassin... this place plays tricks on us," he wheezed, sitting up and weighing his chances at running or trying to reason with this asshole. Neither were appealing. His hat falls askew as he stands up. "Whatever you saw's not real."