Damn.

We see Robbie in the back being attended to by medics.

Well, Chris, you put up a hell of a fight, I'll give you that. I can tell you got the heart in you, but tonight was my night.

You didn't even say happy birthday to me.

Robbie waves off the medics and gets to his feet, stumbling a bit as he does. He looks into the camera.

So who's it going to be, Brucette, or Jimmy Raven, my fellow Motherfucker?

The medics come back and put a party hat on Robbie, and put a small cake in front of him with a lit candle. Robbie leans forward a bit in a stumble and licks the flame against his exposed chin, singing some whiskers in the process.

Ow.

Okay, okay, he has a concussion, let's get him looked over a little more.

Blue, Robbie's girlfriend and handler, steps in and starts to orchestrate the events in the medical room backstage. Robbie smiles and blows out the candle.

My brain got hit.