Late February last year on my way home from Disney World, I took US 192 straight to Melbourne and visited Viera Comics. I purchased a Superman hardcover but PJP wasn't there. During my purchase I asked about PJ and told the cashier exactly where and how I knew him, but for the most part he seemed uninterested / evasive. I now realize should have left him a hello card or called first or something rather.
Would have been shway to meet him.
There is no version of this where you come out on top. Maybe your army comes, and maybe itís too much for us, but itís all on you. Because if we canít protect the Earth, you can be damn well sure weíll avenge it.
Put Natasha on the phone.
Who is this?
This is her fucking son's father. Who is this?
This is her fucking son.
Call back in 20 minutes. *click*
Boy, you could get lost in a sky like that. I wish I had those balloons again.