Roy it's cleaning day. If you come home you're wielding a mop. Or window wiper. Or sorting the communal laundry. And I don't care, your gizmos and gadgets are getting put on your bed. They don't go on the kitchen table or my counter.
I miss Alfred.
Barnes, Ragnar, Ward, Roy, any of you up for sparring after this shit hole gets fixed? Or someone new, I wouldn't mind.