Not impressed by crosscanon ideas. / Canon is Love Comes to the Executioner

[americanpie]

No. No way. You can forget me meeting any of those comic book losers. That's more Heck's calling. I bet he'd cream himself, given the chance.

I don't give a shit that I look like one. He ain't me, and I ain't him. Them folks won't want nothing to do with me.

Speaking of Heck, you best tell your friend not to bring him, skipper. If they do, I won't be responsible for my actions.

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[heckofacloser]

My mun thinks it's funny.

[a brow raised...] Since when are you responsible for any of your actions?

[americanpie]

[...

...YOU]

What the fuck're you doin' here, assnuts?

[heckofacloser]

[Right... he told mom he wouldn't be happy to see him...]

Conversing, apparently. It's what people do around these things.

[americanpie]

I thought I made it clear I didn't want to see your face again.

[heckofacloser]

You mentioned me. I needed to come and see why.

[americanpie]

Stickin' your nose into places it don't belong.

[heckofacloser]

It's my job now, prisoner. What else do you expect?

[americanpie]

[And he's going to get up, walk over, and stand right in your face, Heck. Notice anything missing? Like a cell door?]

Not in jail any more, assnuts.