"Dinner theatre. If I don't get killed by a supervillain or kidnapped by Galactus, I'm half-certain that's where I'm going to end up dying." It was, at least, the least terrible death of the three.

Or the worst.

It all depended on your point of view, really.

"I mean. She had this ex-boyfriend-slash-employer-slash-overbearing-presence and things got difficult. I knew she moved fast - man, did she move fast - but I always thought that things would calm down. Except it felt like someone was always trying to kill her, and she had to get put together again more times than Humpty Dumpty and..." Ryan shook his head. "In some ways, I'm making this sound worse than it was. In other ways, not so much." He tentatively took a couple of steps so that they could start walking. Jay was like a human wall, and the sidewalk, it was not so big.

"It was too much to handle, too much to deal with. I can see it so much more clearly now that we're broken up," he added. "I just ran into her. It was...unpleasant.

"I don't really forsee Mr. Parker stringing your bottom up on something." Pause. "Your mom could throw him up into a Badoon space station or something if he did, you know?"