Fullbladder stops in mid-air.
"Oh. Implosion. Right, got it."
The blood disappears, as do the myriad papercuts. Then the goblin resumes his trajectory, smashing hands-and-teeth first into the floor. The resultant bloody gums do not make up for the retcon of the previous blood.
He shakes a fist at DC and starts looking for a gun.
"Stranger things have happened, Coplantor," he says as he searches the room for firearms. "You want maybe a genderbend to help it on it's way?"