In the brief moment of distraction, Insomniac had managed to set up an alternate mirror of himself, which he watched Alex take down- rather brutally.

Well. Try to avoid THAT ONE.

He focused his energies on inciting the crowd against Alexander, like some Bacchic fury of destruction. Would they be able to actually hurt him? Probably not. But let him deal with a few hundred suddenly enraged guests trying to tear him to shreds!

He threaded his way towards the crowd to where Brooke was, handily disguised as a party guest bearing a glass of champagne, which he promptly threw into her face.

"Ooops! Sorry about the face-melting acid! I do that all the time." And then he tried his best to believe that instead of harmless moderately-priced bubbly, that her face was full of face-melting acid.

"And ... do watch for the monkeys.

Yes. The monkeys.

The monkeys will destroy us alllllllllllll." Added to the bits of blood caked from his nose were new drips, as a giant horde of monkeys began appearing out of virtually nowhere to harass the assembled guests in pretty much any way that a monkey could feasibly imagine.

Which was a lot, because monkeys were psychopaths.

That's why Mike liked monkeys so much.