I should of asked Hawkeye how to spell that one.
Is it somebodies birthday? Do we have a stick and pináta?
Would you like to wear my head as a hat?
Now she'll be moving to the area and waiting in the shadows for her chance to be held ransom
After all, there can only be so many heroes before things start getting awkward... who knows? Jesus Christ, what kind of world would that be, where the heroes & villains frequently exchange posiEDIT: Hello, HTML bold tags which do not work in user notes! What are you doing here?tions, in some Wild Goose Chase for that elusive payslip. After all, they have Mouths to feed, too. No way. Everything would be so... superficial, I guess. And what happened to the customer always being right? Though I guess that my kind are not exactly the ideal customer—your average would probably not care who was doing the terrorizing and who was doing the saving, just as long as it was happening, and that the Good Guys always came out one step ahead. My god, I doubt it would be a problem if it was only the same party fighting the same party... hell, it could be one fat head lying about it for all they care. As long as there is something. Because when things get too quiet, you risk sinking into A Little Too Quietopia. Imagine that! They’d all be paranoid now, Johnny. What is on the horizons? Nuclear war? Alien Invasion? Communism? , it doesn’t matter. Wait, what would those news folk do, in such a time? Tell people about good news? When there is no bad news, good news is boring. They would risk going out of business. Unless... no, it is too crazy. Is it? Starting their own Chaos, so they could report on it. Holy , this is getting worse & worse. I’m going to give myself nightmares if I don’t stop now.
That Mitch must be some kind of competition in the hero field.
Is there any day saving that needs to be going on here lately?
Damn, that bathtub is too close to me... old women singing pop songs. I think I’m going to murder myself.
I'm always afraid my movie trailer is going to get carried away in a flood.
What kind of Sergeant are you, crying like that? No wonder he leaves all the time.
