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Raincheck on that movie thing Peter?

Movie friends!

It's Star Wars Day, so I went and used our trusty unlimited card to buy out the biggest movie theater screen for the night. We're going to marathon the original trilogy. Not the newer ones, since I have a feeling that would just alienate and annoy our Star Wars victims.

Everyone is welcome! Since I have the theater we're all guaranteed tickets, and we'll allow some commoners if we feel like it. That series is always better to watch in a full house.

Everyone and anyone is welcome. Bring your friends and family. You can respond to this to say you'll be there, or just show up. Plenty of room. Refreshments will be provided so you don't even need your cards. This is all on me, folks.

Star Wars
Empire Strikes Back
The Return of the Jedi

Tonight, starting at 8 PM!

( private to Veronica )

Hey Parker? Are you going to be a bastard and ruin my life again, or can I get a job here without you interfering?

That's my question of the day.

AHHHHHHHH.

NOBODY TELL VENOM WHERE I SLEEP. Seriously. It is SO NOT FUNNY when he comes after me. Not funny. Not even gay-subtext-funny. It's BAD. AND THEN HE EATS YOUR BRAIN.

What do you mean I 'lost the will to live'?

Who is this George Lucas and where does he reside? I'm going to give him a reason to lose the will to live!

Ok, what is going on here? Last thing I remember I'm being all heroic and fighting Superboy Prime and then Cassie tells me I saved the world and next thing I know I'm in some strange hotel room and there's all this crap with my name on it. Not to mention, if this computer is right then I somehow missed the last four years. Where is Tim Robin when you need him?

And who the hell is Zenner Corp? Bet Luthor has something to do with this. He always does. Well I'm not sticking around to find out. As fun as it'd be to hang around Vegas, I gotta get out of here and get back. So thanks, but no thanks, Zenner!

This isn't funny, Captain. What did you do? I know you're there.

Holy spacial displacement, Batman, someone's not in Kansas anymore! Or NYC, for that matter.

Seriously, though, what the hell? Because I have a physics exam tomorrow and if I don't pass it, I'll flunk out.

Gambling capital of the world, right?

I wonder if I can find a game of shiboomi anywhere.

I wouldn't believe it if I hadn't seen it for myself, but this really isn't 1945.

Things sure do change when you've been frozen in a block of ice for sixty-four years.

I really do want to thank you again, Ms. Coleman, for explaining the current situation to me, as well as how to work this contraption. I do, however, have to object to being stuck here.

Okay, so being kidnapped is really not cool, but...

Sherlock friggin' Holmes!

Holmes? I would worry that you've put a truly alarming amount of effort into ensuring that I don't move out, but I fear this is beyond even your not inconsiderable talents.

But it does beg the question of what precisely is going on. I rather hope that you are here to explain.

Mary really is going to be cross.

This isn't New York.

WHAT THE HELL IS THIS? This is NOT my idea of a Christmas present! Someone tell me what the shit is going on! Right now!

I woke up in Vegas, with a tattoo and no idea how either of those things came to pass, and I can't reach my boss.

I would worry that I'm beginning to emulate my employer's regular weekend activities, except that I'm not drunk, there isn't anyone else here, and apparently I've been kidnapped by Zenner Corporation.

Fantastic.

Someday, I would like to wake up and not feel the cold hand of doom upon my neck. And somehow, playing blackjack isn't as satisfying when you have an unlimited credit card. It's just not fun anymore.

Also, I have to say it is significantly less sexy to find Wade's socks on the floor than my wife's. ...At least, I think that's a sock. Uh.