Before ya go thinkin’ I’m here fer pleasure, think again, this ain’t a vacation. It’s a tradition. Got a special delivery fer the runt. Know he’s here, never been able ta hide from me, no matter where he went. Things don't change. City stinks like wet Wolverine. Can’t figure out how ya stand it.
Little fellas birthday day ‘s comin’ up. Gotta present fer him that I need ta deliver. Somethin’ personal, from the heart. Well, someones heart.
So, anybody seen a squirrelly lookin' fella, little guy, callin' himself Logan?