I've been away for a while, and it's interesting, how a change of perception makes everything different. Although, in my case, more than just my perception has changed.

I'm Dr Stephen Strange, but not the same man that you perhaps knew from before. Due to circumstances, I've had to give up my surgical practice, but what I've gained is incalculable.

If you're ever in Greenwich Village, you may find me at the Metaphysical Society at 177A Bleecker Street, where I'm the new manager.

>> Sue
>> Did you know you can still find my pictures?
>> of me naked.
>> They aren't lying when they say that shit will never go away.
>> Not saying it's a bad thing.
>> more like a heads up.
>> I'm surprised it hasn't been brought up with the media.

» Sue.
» You won't believe this.
» I have a date with Crystal Amaquelin of Attilan!

» hey
» uh
» can you transfer money into my account?
» going out with a friend.

» If you're not too busy down in the lab right now, I need to talk to you about something.
» It's important.

Sometime after the shooting at The Paris Theater

»Sue before you go off on me.
» I'm okay.
»I wasn't involved.

Ladies, I just wanted to say thank you for all the beautiful flowers that you buried my body in you left. I've been trying to do this low profile thing, but it's making me go insane. I need to go out before my niece forces me to re-watch The Last Unicorn. Thanks, Netflix, really. Not the kind of Netflix and chill I imagined.

Trying to find a job also seems like a damn waste of time. No mutants? Really? Hello, Johnny Storm, not a mutant. I just got hit with a lot of radioactive, space shit. Anyone in need of a mechanic?

Holy frijoles, The Last Unicorn is on Netflix! AFK while I cry.