“I don’t wear stick lipstick anymore.” says the villain, draped of the captive hero’s lap “They transfer too easily. I’m more for the liquid, you know.”

“I feel that. It sucks when you take off your mask at the end of the night and there’s lipstick in your eyebrows.”


“I can’t believe you tried to kill me.” the hero said. “I thought we were friends?”

The villain gave the hero an incredulous look.

“I have a scrapbook!”

“You’d make a scrapbook of your aunts battle with pancreatic cancer, that doesn mean anything.”