No, no, just a semi-mortal wound!
Hardly stings at all! Never mind the gush of blood!
Pain? What pain? Bah! I laugh at pain. Ha! Ha Ha!
Rejected. Apparently the agent does not like gay socialist science fiction with sociopathic heroes who speak odd dialects of English. Hmm. Go figure.
Don't mind me. I'm off to sulk a bit.
No, not actually. Actually I'm trying some other agent.
Because we writers? Hearts of STEEL.