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Food.
( Staring , only to look to the side awkwardly.)
I uh- I eat frogs sometimes. ( Most of the time actually.)
I could get you something else.
That's... I'm really sorry to hear that. . (๐)
( Looking at the other, he'd simply hold out a frog with a calm look on his face.)
I deal with multiverse threats all the damn time, it's bothersome but eh...what can ya do .
You're the one with blue skin here!
So I get paid to take down this vigilante with seemingly no powers, and what do I get?? A whackjob that prefers to take as many lethal strikes as I throw 'em and crashes a goddamn private plane on my face.
Don't wanna see 'im ever again.