Hank couldn't rightly explain why the big hunky redhead was eyeing him so queerly, but he could guess. Call it instinct, but he could see a lot of himself in the guy, insofar as his physique gave him away for a fellow football player. Ah, those were the days, thought Hank, meeting Shatterstar's preening and posing with an easy, guileless smile that showed no teeth and a nod.
"All right, guys. Make sure you grabbed your gear before we head out to the park. We don't want the place to look spotless for our health. They had that big parade this weekend, and we really need to make sure that we leave a park that's safe for the neighborhood kids to play in. Make sure you're wearing your gloves, and don't try to pick any trash up with your hands that you don't need to. Watch out for needles and other sharp objects. Seriously, guys. We don't want any of you getting hurt out here today. Now, if everyone's ready?"