"Bwuh? Huh, yeah, I'm cool! Totes cool! Not a scratch!" Ice King responds cheerily, though he's a little confused... Like he has no idea who he's talking to.

He follows the Kid's example and reaches into the bag again. He pulls out another drink, tossing it back with a cringe and a loud BLECH! Simon blinks as the properties of the brew kick in, and he regains some of his lost concentration. He looks back at the Kid, eyes widening with recognition.

"Right, sorry about that. I'll try to be more careful with them!"

Simon bounces the empty glass bottle in his hand and looks out over some of the remaining robot mooks. He covers the surface of the glass in long, sharp ice spikes and throws it out over the group. As it reaches the peak of it's arch he closes his hand into a fist. In turn the ball of spikes lurches and explodes outward, raining the ice downward and impaling robots left and right. Only a few are left functional, though still damaged.

One spike was pointed in the wrong direction and heads right for the Kid. Simon yelps and raises his arms, creating a solid wall to protect him from the oncoming missile. The spike cracks against it and shatters harmlessly. He sighs and slumps a bit.

"W-wowzers! I.. I didn't think that would actually work! Your drinks are actually be working, somewhat..."

..Ow. OW. He curls in on himself, wrapping his arms around his aching stomach. That must've been the Doom Soda.

"Oogh.. I'm not so sure it'll work as a long-term solution, but it's something, at least! Oww.."