Night Town: The Acidhead Avengers 2

Dalene picked up the phone.

"Don't call people. Just don't call people."

"Why?"

"Because they're supposed to call us. I mean that's how it works."

"Or we could just do this the easy way: hang out at Danny's Diner at all hours on weekends."

"Our purpose isn't to sit there at Danny's Diner drinking milkshakes all the time to see if crime goes down."

"It isn't?"

"We're superheroes. I don't think we're supposed to be, you know, this fat."

"You gotta problem with my weight, Gabe??" Dalene glared.

"All I'm saying is that we spend a lot of time at Danny's Diner anyway."

"Where else are we going to find people who are trippin' balls all the time??"

"I dunno...Earth? The convenience store? Aren't we supposed to have a detector that goes off or something?"

"What the fuck kind of money do you think we have, Dalene?"

"Fuck you. Most superheroes have a detector or a stupid bat signal or something."

"You bet. I'll see about getting one of those," Gabe replied, sardonically.

They arrived at a man sitting on a park bench. "My name's Paolo. I've just revised the theory of quantum physics."

"Here's a whiteboard," said Dalene. "Why don't you write it out for us."

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