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You're a cop now.

Yeah, four years. Jesus Christ, Abby. Didn't think we'd ever see you again.

I wish it was under better circumstances.

Guess you weren't expecting to see me again, were ya?

Wild Bill? Is that you? You look like shit.

Ain't no Wild Bill. They call me the Two Gun Kid.

You shouldn't have come.

Ah! Valkyrie! Great to see you, angry girl!

I think I liked you better either of the other ways.

This is Rocket.

How ya doing?

[pause]

He won't see you.

It's that bad, huh?

We only see him once a month when he comes in for...

[Valkyrie looks at a stack of empty beer kegs]

...supplies.

It's that bad.

Yeah.

So, what's up? You just here for a hang, or what?

We need your help.

Mm.

There might be a chance we could fix everything.

What, like the cable? Because that's been driving me bananas for weeks.

Like Thanos.

Don't say that name.

Um, yeah, we don't actually say that name in here.

You want me to wait?

No, I'll meet you back at the office later.

How will you get there?

I'll hitch a ride.

Got a car?

It's outside.

Keys.

My hand, man. They're in my pock... Okay, okay.

[gives a key to Jack]

Now look at your friends. Now look at my face. Do you ever want to see me again?

No way.

Am I stealing your car?

Use it as long as you like.

You're very kind.

It's amazing to meet you. It is simply extraordinary. Maybe this will all make sense if I explain who I am. My name is Dr. Ellie Staple, and I'm a psychiatrist. My work concerns a particular type of delusion of grandeur. It's a growing field. I specialize in those individuals who believe they are superheroes.

If you really think you can get us all out, then you may meet The Beast. But for your sake, I hope he likes you.

You are the dumbest smart person I have ever met in my life!

...

You are the dumbest dumb person I've ever met.

Welcome to the Astronaut Candidate Program. Now pay attention, because this could save your life. Trust me, I know what I'm talking about.

Mr. Pilgrim. It is I, Matthew Patel. Consider our fight begun.

What did I do? What do I do?

Small world, Dr. Jones.

Too small for two of us.

This is the second time I've had to reclaim my property from you.

That belongs in a museum.

So do you.

Mr. Jones! I've heard a lot about you, sir. Your appearance is exactly the way I imagined.

You want to talk to God? Let's go see him together, I've got nothing better to do.

Meet me at Omar's. Be ready for me. I'm going after that truck.

How?

I don't know, I'm making this up as I go!