[Calendar Man goes stumbling to the ground, trying desperately to shove his helmet back from over his eyes but helplessly tangled in a pile of ties worse than any spiderweb and tackier than any tentacle monster.
Not to let a little blindness keep him down, though, Killer Moth, rubbing desperately at his giant mothy eyes, lets out a shout.]
GO MY MOTH MINIONS!
[Bet you forgot about the swarm, didn't you? They didn't forget about you. And they're thinking you and your guns look pretty tasty right now.]