Uh... hi?

[bigbluebugofjustice]

...Well. This is a bit of a pickle, isn't it, godlike-voice-that-seems-to-have-omnipotent powers? You took me in here, like you said you'd do. Now let me know where here is. And whether here has a diner. And when Arthur's gonna get here. It's getting old just in this black. It's almost as bad as that... padd-y place I was before I fought Clark and started protecting The City. A superhero needs space, godlike-voice, and conflict! To be free, like a horse! ...Well, except the hooves... and the mane... and the roaming...

Comments

[arach_nerd]

You're...not quite right in the head, are you?

[bigbluebugofjustice]

I'm fine. I mean, I forget things sometimes... Like where I am. What I was before I was the Tick. But they're just unimportant things! I'm perfectly sane!

[certified_sane]

You and Supes? Who woulda thunk?

[bigbluebugofjustice]

[He licks his lips.]
Soups? Sounds delicious. My name's Tick, by the way. And who would you happen to be?
[He smiles, friendly- this woman just offered him soup. Clearly she's on the right side of good.]

[certified_sane]

[Yeah, the antennas should've been a tip-off there was something wrong there huh?]

Depends where ya get it. Call me Quinn. Got a real name, bug?

[bigbluebugofjustice]

[He thinks a moment, and pulls out his license.]
...If you believe this piece of government-issue laminated paper, it's...
[He reads down the blanks to himself, arriving at...]
I.P. Daley.

[certified_sane]

[SNRK, that's a little funny there.]

Let's hope you do or you got a real problem, pal.