See? He's fine.

It was just a little bump on the head.  It didn't even put a dent into Tracy's crime fighting abilities (though it seems that the same cannot be said for his hair.  Oh well.  I'm sure a little sandpaper will fix that right up.).  Jack also seems to be no worse for wear, despite the unsettling sound he made landing on (or in) the roulette table, which leads me to believe that he might really be made of clay, or he's some sort of robot.  (Both are equally likely, though if he is made of clay, it's good to see Matt Hagen managed to pull himself back together and find another job, even if it did mean continuing on with a life of crime, but he's got to pay the bills somehow, right?)  Whatever Jack turns out to be, Tracy better get up pretty soon or he's going to find out what it feels like when a roulette wheel smashes your face (and I don't think that even his hair could do much to protect him if that happens).  If he's smart, he'll roll out of the way before he's struck, or he'll use that chip pusher thing (yeah, I tried looking up the proper name for it, and you can see how well that went) as some sort of weapon, meaning that Jack may find himself impaled yet.  (But don't worry, folks.  I'm sure we'll cut back to B.O. and Gertie right about now and leave Jack holding that wheel for however long it takes the strip to wander back to the casino.)