"Yes, I'm Kermit the Frog," he admitted with a lopsided grin. He never thought of himself as famous. That was Mom's territory. Sometimes Dad's, too. Depending on whatever he did with the Fantastic Four.

"No need to be impressed. I don't think there's much call to with me. Now, if you were talking to my mom, then I'd expect you to be tongue-tied, flabbergasted, or possibly not stopping with the shaking of her hand." Not after he destroyed a bit of New York not too long ago. He shoved his hands into his jeans pockets. There was a very slight sound of snoring coming from the bottom of the backpack.