"Then the doctor tells me ..."There's one way to wake her up, but it's a little unconventional. You go in there and you have oral sex with her. I've seen it work."
So I go in there and come out after about 5 minutes.
It's a little known fact about superheroes that when they are struck by lightning, they aren't hurt; rather they become very aroused, and the effect gets stronger until another hero can "help" them relieve it.
One day, the Flash is out and about, doing what the Flash does. Even he can't evade a lightning bolt, and -BAM- he gets hit.
"Ohhhhhh maaaan, what am I going to do?" Then he gets an idea, and he runs all the way to the Batcave. He rushes in, shouting "Batman, Batman, I need your help! I've been hit by lightning".
Batman steps back, saying, "hey, man, that's not my thing. I can't help you".
"No, no! Where is Batgirl?"
"Oh, right, of course. Unfortunately, she is on a deep undercover assignment, so no chance."
Flash groans, and takes off. He runs until he gets to the Fortress of Solitude. He finds Superman, and calls out "Superman, you've to help me, I've been struck by lightning!"
"I don't know what you've heard, but I don't do that", Superman responds.
"Not that! Where's Supergirl?"
"Oh, I see! Nope. Bad time of the month. Sorry, man."
Flash takes off once more. He runs around until he arrives on Wonder Woman's island, and is standing in front of her palace. The door is open, and hears sounds coming from within. "Alright! She's home," he thinks. He rushes in, searching for her. Following the noise, he comes to Wonder Woman's bedroom. He sees her lying on her bed, eyes closed, naked, writhing and moaning.
"She's been hit by lightning, too. This is gonna be great!" Flash rushes in. Wham, bam, thank you ma'am, and he's off (he is the Flash, after all).
A few moments later, Wonder Woman opens her eyes, and says "what the hell was that?"
"I don't know" says the Invisible Man, "but my ass is sore."
. . .
Even now my voice is reaching millions throughout the world, millions of despairing men, women, and little children, victims of a system that makes men torture and imprison innocent people. To those who can hear me, I say, do not despair. The misery that is now upon us is but the passing of greed, the bitterness of men who fear the way of human progress. The hate of men will pass, and dictators die, and the power they took from the people will return to the people. And so long as men die, liberty will never perish. . . .