Not lying. And you’re about three seconds from catching some hands if you use that man’s name for me again.

Sighs. [Punches him]

Do you exist to piss me off, Stark? Or are you just too stupid to know who you’re talking to?

Okay, you’re gonna have to be more specific.

L o k i... Where are my snacks!?

Yes, but in what context?

And then we beat him up and took it.

|| Watching the Wolverine anime solely because I saw that Omega Red is in it.

I have two types; skinny twink boys I can break in half and brick shithouses who can break me in half. No in between.

Narrator: Harley would go on to find that it would, in fact, "hurt."

Narrator: And then the Joker got food poisoning from a dodgy olive in his martini and had to leave early, leaving Harley alone and letting her live happily ever after... or something. The End.

Narrator: *casually thumbing through the script* Oh, I thought that was already implied. Yes, I believe he shall be 'occupied' as it were, for quite a while.

|| Why is my narrator suddenly British?

Grabs her from behind, pulling her close. “Miss me?”

“I’ll take that as a ‘yes.’” Pulls her in for an overdue reunion kiss.

What's the point of being the world's best freelance assassin if you've not got the scratch for your girl to doll herself up with?

Winter: I think I’m forgetting something… Loki: If you’ve forgotten, then it wasn’t important. Winter: Yeah, you’re probably right. Jane: *home alone* Winter: Fuck!

*speeding home* Shit shit shit shit!

Digging through his laundry basket. “Where the fuck have all my shirts gone!?”