Yeah, it's the quirks that always knock 'em dead. Heh, knock 'em dead, get it? Oh boy I slay me sometimes. Heeeehehehehe! Er...pocket...pocket....hm. The problem with this whole 'superhero' getup is that there aren't really any pockets...oh wait got it, it was next to my rubber duckie. Hee squeak squeak squeak. Well it looks like the 'pool is headed back to San Francisco. Hopefully the digs got a little bit of an upgrade in the process.
Deities? Whoo boy, this is gonna be awkward...I hope they're all lenient with the whole "I kill people for a living" thing...you think you could put in a good word for me?