Kurt huffed after The Bandit and sighed, "Rule One: cardio. Check." His helmet was getting heavy hanging off his elbow, so he switched it to the other arm. Man, if he did this every day, he'd certainly think about something a little more practical. Of course, the helmet did provide a lot of protection, and staying alive was the pinnicle of practicality, wasn't it?
Kurt sat down next to The Bandit on the ledge, a little leery of the height. "Well, the thing is," he replied, "he's not very good at it and he's not what you'd call overly intelligent. Last time he tried, an innocent woman got killed and he went to jail. So, I want to find him - and stop him."
Looking over at the hero, Kurt asked, "I don't know what your credo is, or anything, but I'm wondering if stopping an indestructible man from going gangbusters on the city might be something you're interested in."