Pfuh!

Good to know that people are good to Van Gogh go all up in this bitch! People? Aliens. Still dunno who fuckin' brought us here. Guess I gotta put that kooky mystery on my to-do list, which I'd rather be fillin' up with hot fuckable folk, but, y'know! Priorities.

[The sarcasm in his voice is palpable.]

Okay, Ruben, so- Like the sandwich? Got it.

[Another R name. Rex will therefore remember it easily.]

Rex Splode- Formerly of the Teen Team, currently a Guardian of the Globe.

[Simply spouting the title so soon after seeing his comrades beaten to fucking pulps feels different now. The taste is bitter.

Monster Girl, Black Samson, and Invincible being carted on stretchers... That's the last thing he remembers, and boy, is the stench of blood still fresh in his nostrils.]

I'm a goddamn superhero. And, before you mouth off at me? I'm the real deal.

I've been at this shit for three years now, full-time. My nuts may not be all dried up or nothin', but I know what I'm doing.

[He says it with an air of haughtiness, but there's bitterness mixed in, if the other man really listens carefully.]