“Aww look at the chump, proper peaceful.”
“You knocked him out of the sky, with lightning, that’s not peaceful.”
“And now he’s snoozing, at peace.”
“He smells like bacon, it’s disgusting. His clothes are melted. This isn’t what I signed up for.”
“Eh, we have a job to do, I did it, guy is down. And now, we should end it.”
“Hold on. End it. Really?”
“Yeah, the old stompy. I press real hard until – pop!”
“My god, no, you can’t be serious?”
“Very serious. I take pride in my work.”
“We’re meant to be heroes… aren’t we?”
“Nah, you might be, I’m just the super part. I get paid, I’m happy. Now, grab his legs, he’s kinda melted to the road.”
“No. No, I can’t be part of this.”
“You wanna get disintegrated when he wakes up?”
“Of course not… It just feels… wrong.”
“It’s just you’re too chicken shit to do what needs done, I get it. Look, you can say you helped, I’ll do it all. Then it’s done. Watch.”
“Hey! You can’t rip his arm off.”
“He unsticks, or I detach his limb trying, them’s the breaks.”
“Ok, ok… fine, I’ll grab a leg.”
“Nah, I’m just messin’ with you, I’ll fix it right here. Watch out! ”
“Oh god, no. He’s everywhere.”
“Not on me, clean and fresh. The bonus of being the stomper, see. It all shoots away from me, like a fucked up water feature.”
“You… You’re not right.”
“Clean cape says otherwise, bud. Screw this, I’m hungry, all this is making me want fondue.”
“God, I shouldn’t even be here. What am I doing? I… I miss her so much.”
“The fondue girl? Guy, she’s like, right over there; And trust me, she ain’t that desperate.”
“No. Maggie. My Maggie.”
“Oh, laser finger chick. Nah. She’s probably dead by now.”
“Dead!? That’s not funny. Why would she be dead?”
“Ain’t jokin’, Mr Cane don’t like the solo types.”
“Vigilantes?”
“Yeah, vege-lants, them people. Too unpredictable. Not like me and you, we know what needs done.”
“Done. Like this guy?”
“Exactly, Mr Cane says soup em, we ask how chunky. Like my fondue, c’mon man.”
“Oh god, Maggie, I’m so sorry.”