"Hey! Hey hey, do not make me get into a slapfight with you, Polly Preggers!" Ryan glared at Alexa, suddenly wishing that he'd protected himself instead. "And that violent streak is what I meant by explodey," he added softly before returning to the conversation at hand. "We've beaten back other things. Maybe not worse things, but c'mon. What are the chances that we're gonna get our asses handed to us? We're Imaginauts! Naut for naut every losing!"