I can always count on you to read my mind when it comes to f-bombs, Lewis.
Yep, that's...Howard. Let's just call him Howard. While I figure out what the hell I'm supposed to do with that curveball this broke ass universe decided to throw at me.
We're trying to figure that out. They obviously think they're the shit or they wouldn't have tried that. The last person I'd want to piss off is Thor. That guy gives throat hugs. So does his little bro. I know, because I've gotten a throat hug from both of them. I'm sure that says something about my life, but the heck if I want to dive into that mess.
Upstate HQ: [address]
Creds are on your phone. Scan it on the office door to get in. And watch your ass. I'm not putting it past them to start pecking off soft targets just to prove some sort of demented point.