"I hope you're picturing Gene Wilder's Wonka and not Johnny Depp's. It's funnier to picture with Wilder," Marty chuckled.
Oh no! She caught him! He looked sheepish for a split second before resuming his goofy grin. "I've seen plenty of boobs. I just like to compare them," he shrugged. "If you've got a nice rack, I'm more than willing to give them the attention they deserve." He gave a wink. It wasn't like he thought he'd get anywhere with her. Girls that looked like Maddie usually didn't have much to do with guys that looked or acted like Marty. And he was used to it.
"Do I get to wear a costume and fight crime? Well, I've got a crime fighting background. So that's a plus?" Maybe being a former cop had it's advantages. He pursed his lips a bit in thought and shrugged a bit.
"But sometimes offending people can be fun! Depending on the person. It's all in the reaction," he slid into the seat across from her now. "Like O'Brien. He can be so high strung some days, that all I have to do is look at him funny and he's on my case. It can be hilarious! I think I have him to thank for the ability to run as far as I can." Aside from the limp he now had. That made running a lot harder than it used to be.
"I vote you mention it. If it gets us pizza I'm all for it!"