Superman flies back and sits in his booth. "Yeah, just had to save the world a few times. Just to get it out of my system. So what's... whoa, wait, who's this guy?" He points to Emarcee.
Superman flies back and sits in his booth. "Yeah, just had to save the world a few times. Just to get it out of my system. So what's... whoa, wait, who's this guy?" He points to Emarcee.
"The ul- ahem, penultimate lifeform. Juuuuuust behind Shadow the Hedgehog, unfortunately."
Superman flies back and sits in his booth. "Yeah, just had to save the world a few times. Just to get it out of my system. So what's... whoa, wait, who's this guy?" He points to Emarcee.
"The ul- ahem, penultimate lifeform. Juuuuuust behind Shadow the Hedgehog, unfortunately."
"Ultimate, huh? So what, are you a villain, or a self-conceited hero?" He says sarcastically.
"The ul- ahem, penultimate lifeform. Juuuuuust behind Shadow the Hedgehog, unfortunately."
"Ultimate, huh? So what, are you a villain, or a self-conceited hero?" He says sarcastically.
"Yes. I do happen to be very arrogant and conceited. And I like it. At least I didn't leave my dad to die in a tornado! Your complete and utter neglect for those closest to you and unwillingness to do something nice for yourself every once-in-a-while makes me sick!"
Emarcee brandishes a spear, just to prove a point.
"You see this spear? I MADE this spear, using my advanced technology, why? Because I like spears! You see this full-body armor I wear? I also made it! Why? BECAUSE I LIKE FULL BODY ARMOR. And you see this empanada I'm holding in my hand? I also made it, because I LOVE Venezuelan food, and I'll be darned if I don't do magically conjure up my own food whenever I want! GOOD DAY. SIR!"
Emarcee then storms out, having somewhat maniacally proven his point. Munching away at the fried corn-meal stuffed with melted cheese. He does turn around before walking out the door, however.
"Seriously though, take care of your mother dude! She has to work as a WAITRESS thanks to you!"
"Ultimate, huh? So what, are you a villain, or a self-conceited hero?" He says sarcastically.
"Yes. I do happen to be very arrogant and conceited. And I like it. At least I didn't leave my dad to die in a tornado! Your complete and utter neglect for those closest to you and unwillingness to do something nice for yourself every once-in-a-while makes me sick!"
Emarcee brandishes a spear, just to prove a point.
"You see this spear? I MADE this spear, using my advanced technology, why? Because I like spears! You see this full-body armor I wear? I also made it! Why? BECAUSE I LIKE FULL BODY ARMOR. And you see this empanada I'm holding in my hand? I also made it, because I LOVE Venezuelan food, and I'll be darned if I don't do magically conjure up my own food whenever I want! GOOD DAY. SIR!"
Emarcee then storms out, having somewhat maniacally proven his point. Munching away at the fried corn-meal stuffed with melted cheese. He does turn around before walking out the door, however.
"Seriously though, take care of your mother dude! She has to work as a WAITRESS thanks to you!"
"Dude, you probably never even had parents." Batman retorts, staring at his coffee.
"Yes. I do happen to be very arrogant and conceited. And I like it. At least I didn't leave my dad to die in a tornado! Your complete and utter neglect for those closest to you and unwillingness to do something nice for yourself every once-in-a-while makes me sick!"
Emarcee brandishes a spear, just to prove a point.
"You see this spear? I MADE this spear, using my advanced technology, why? Because I like spears! You see this full-body armor I wear? I also made it! Why? BECAUSE I LIKE FULL BODY ARMOR. And you see this empanada I'm holding in my hand? I also made it, because I LOVE Venezuelan food, and I'll be darned if I don't do magically conjure up my own food whenever I want! GOOD DAY. SIR!"
Emarcee then storms out, having somewhat maniacally proven his point. Munching away at the fried corn-meal stuffed with melted cheese. He does turn around before walking out the door, however.
"Seriously though, take care of your mother dude! She has to work as a WAITRESS thanks to you!"
"Dude, you probably never even had parents." Batman retorts, staring at his coffee.
"I'll have you both know, Man of Steel was fictional. I'd never do that! I'd just fly around, saving everyone from the bullets and explosions! And tornadoes. And I do send a percentage of my paychecks to her every week and visit her often. Even Batman visits his parents' grave often!"
"I'll have you both know, Man of Steel was fictional. I'd never do that! I'd just fly around, saving everyone from the bullets and explosions! And tornadoes. And I do send a percentage of my paychecks to her every week and visit her often. Even Batman visits his parents' grave often!"
"A pittance compared to a diamond or two which could carry her for the rest of her life, and the economy would be none the worse for it!"
"I'll have you both know, Man of Steel was fictional. I'd never do that! I'd just fly around, saving everyone from the bullets and explosions! And tornadoes. And I do send a percentage of my paychecks to her every week and visit her often. Even Batman visits his parents' grave often!"
"A pittance compared to a diamond or two which could carry her for the rest of her life, and the economy would be none the worse for it!"
"A pittance compared to a diamond or two which could carry her for the rest of her life, and the economy would be none the worse for it!"
"Don't make me wreck your spleen."
"I mean, if we're being perfectly honest here, all you have are martial arts. And gadgets. And I have those too... except, they're from another world. So uh... yeah. I think the only hypothetical spleen wrecking would involve your spleen. Just saying."
"I mean, if we're being perfectly honest here, all you have are martial arts. And gadgets. And I have those too... except, they're from another world. So uh... yeah. I think the only hypothetical spleen wrecking would involve your spleen. Just saying."
"I mean, if we're being perfectly honest here, all you have are martial arts. And gadgets. And I have those too... except, they're from another world. So uh... yeah. I think the only hypothetical spleen wrecking would involve your spleen. Just saying."
"Heh, heh. I doubt that."
"I truly fail to understand why people aren't afraid of me after I tell them how powerful I am. Maybe, just maybe, it's people like you who are to blame for all the supervillains who exist."
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