"I think it looks good and I'm somebody," Bobby quipped with a wink and a swift clap on the shoulder before he spun on by and began to evaporate all the fallen shards of Fake Bobby back into moisture.
"And sorry, but if this was Mister Sinister getting a hard-on for me again, I didn't want to be around ground zero. Better to send in the dupe if guns were coming in a-blazin'," and that's when he turned back to Peter and made finger guns. Why was he like this.
"Dude needs to take a cold shower. Preferably right the fuck into outer space."
Around that time, the mess had been cleaned up. Hands on hips, chest out, wow heroic. "But yeah, I'll take that tour now. Who knows, I might make it last more than five minutes."