Phoenix

Dr. Morpheus can barely contain his glee at being able to play with such a splendid specimen.  "I think it's time to take over your mind, young one.  I need to be serviced, too."  He shoulders the hero once again and carries him over to the St. Andrew's cross on the other side of the laboratory.  In no time, Phoenix is fully tied to the contraption, his head lolling on his naked chest still in deep slumber.

Phoenix wakes up to slaps to his face.  "Come on, hero, it's time to wake up."