I don't like going to Central Park anymore. That crazy preacher is always there. Last week he tried to tell me that I'm going to hell because I work for Stark Industries and he thinks Tony's the devil. I was tempted to talk about Cthulhu but I still get the heebie-jeebies when I think about it so I just ran away. I was running anyway, so it wasn't like I looked like an idiot running away in like my suit or whatever.