getting cast......mates............................

[webline]

Yo. You. Calm down.

Breath.

I'm just as excited as you are about getting some people relevant to me from my universe. Except for that fact that none of them know who I am.

I need a better PR agent.

Or blonde hair. It looks like that's a thing now.

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[reality_hopping_genius]

Wait, I know who you are! You're that... er--

2/2

[reality_hopping_genius]

...
Nope, I've got nothing.

[incywincyhero]

Blonde hair? Jess, I've got a message for you on the other line. It's the 90s -- it wants its peroxide back.

[remake]

Hey, I know who you are. Kinda.

After you told me...

[webline]

No offense, kid, but you don't really count.

And you're pretty much making my point anyways.

[webline]

Did you seriously just use the "called and wants their whatever back" line at me?

[webline]

Ha. Period. Ha. Period.

Hilarious, dude.

[remake]

Why don't I count?

[webline]

You're not a teammate.

[remake]

Y-yeah, but I can still tell people that you're on the Ultimates...

[webline]

... Well, thanks. It'll be you and me against the world, I guess.

Or at least against the actual Ultimates people.

[incywincyhero]

Some jokes just need a retro touch.

[reality_hopping_genius]

Your own fault, I should think. How many young women fighting crime in footy pajamas need PR agents? [Smirking, he taps his pistol against his temple.]

Really, you should be recognized at least as "that nutty Spider-Dame".

[bedeviledspider]

Stay away from the bleach.

I speak from experience, that never ends well.

[ also he'd cry because DAD FEELS ]