“Did you drown in mashed potatoes?”
“Whoa. That is uncalled-for.”
“But when he throws himself on the grenade, he’s usually the one that pulled the pin.”
“They put more effort into character development than I did.”
“Might I also point out that water breathing was random – and bad?”
“Who talks about Thanos? What happened to Galactus? Nobody respects the Space Pope anymore.”
“Each time you absorb a power, it moves up one. I don’t know if you can lose absorption – that would be awkward.”
“If I wanted to fight in this fight, I would have brought my character sheet.”
“I can’t think of any Power Stunts that would apply when you transformed into a wolf.”
“Holding a pencil.”
“I’m not stunned; I’m just eating a calzone.”
“So yeah, you can act now that you’re slathered in blood.”
“Ugh, now this calzone is ruined!”
“New suggestion. You retheme your character as an Italian chef, and that’s now marinara, and you move on.”
“That’s what I’ve heard about those purple aliens with pink… electricity.”
“That can go either way.”
“But not for another calzone.”
“Should we stop him?”
“Let him run the energy out.”
“Why would you say that?!”
“I can’t breathe a lot of things right now.”
“This is why we haven’t made a karma pool yet.”
“I’m hoping I’m not going to regret this. High five?”
“Is there gonna be blood?”
“Is there gonna be electricity?”
“Carry him? You’re going to walk into a Kinko’s with a jaguar god on your shoulder…?”
“I just have a bag of holding of Italian food.”
“I promise I will never make you a blood stromboli… until the day you ask me for one.”
“He’s tied up to a lamppost with blood chain.”
“Are you trying to impress me?”
“No, it’s not impressive. It’s kinda gross.”
“My soul prison is a therapy room. We hang out and chat.”
“Which XAIR showed up, Kevin?”
“Was it the water-breathing one?”
“No, this one’s invisible.”
“I’m trying to figure out why you’re wearing Aztec underwear.”
“What machine?”
“More importantly, where machine?”
“You can tell the good guys ’cause they’re covered in blood!”
“How this comic got past the censors, we’ll never know.”
“Oooh, I’m a captain now.”
“You’re a captain of purple.”
“C’mon, he’s Joe Pizza. He’s purple and breathes water.”
“Lies and slander.”
“The best part is, it’s all true.”
“Your terrible powers scared my son. He’s in the kitchen.”
“Yeah, you guys ran away from Straightjacket.”
“No, I hit her with the car and then drove away.”
“It’s not my fault she couldn’t keep up with my current location.”
“If we are going to a place with a potential dimensional bridge in it, I want someone that can deal with it.”
“And not three idiots who unplug it?”
“Fear my tax assessment! Fear the IRS!”
“Sounds like an abandoned subway station to me. And it’s not because I want Rappaportopia.”
“I need seven rooms. Okay, okay, three – one room for the boys, one room for the girls, and the Accuser doesn’t get to stay in anyone’s room because he breaks things.”‘