The scene today appears at that of the grand San Diego Comic Con going on, with thousands of people walking about, some of them dressed up as favored characters, while everyone looks at comics and talks with one another about them. For the moment, we join in with Dorito, and other members of Special K, standing infront of a DareDevil booth, as there is some discussion going on.
Molly: Look dammit, I don't care about it. Being blind, I'm sure his sensory for sex would greatly heighten along with his other raised attributes.
Dorito: And seriously I don't want to even be talking about DareDevil's sex life.
Alicia: So you're trying to say, Molly, that even though he can't see, he would be able to better sense what is going on during it, and would be better?
Molly: Yes. Because how many times do people have sex without lights on and it's not the best? And Ben Affleck was so great and cute, you can just tell that with him and Elektra getting bizzay, it was HOT!
Dorito: You know what though? If he didn't have some sort of assistant, then who made all of those disguises for him? You would at least assume he had someone design them all for him.
Christy: What if he just killed the person who made them all for him after they were done? Leave no evidence.
Dorito: And they're all red? No blue top with checker yellow and brown pants? Come on. For being a blind guy, he sure was able to make some suits for himself. That is, if he really was blind.
Molly: What the hell do you mean, if he really was blind? It's a comic book! Not some story just looking to throw a swerve or showing something that wasn't supposed to be seen. That's like saying what if that fucking Great Malinko wasn't really a juggalo clown shishkabob thing and just some weekday corporate suit?
Alicia: Hmm.
Dorito: Well that suit has my TV title then! I took him out of the battle royal for the belt, and if it wasn't for that drunk Janus and Bob and that vile and all that crap, I would've had the match with Caliber for the title.
Christy: And now there's a number one contender match on monday to see who gets the next title shot for it.
Molly: You could just save yourself some time and challenge Slinko.
Dorito: Bah, I'll bide my time, besides if anyone is going to have their wave broken, it's Janus. That vile knocked me out and I was unconscious and carried to the back! And I don't give a damn if I'm on the card or not, I'm going to Seattle and I'm going to make him drink that crap.
Alicia: How exactly is that going to work when he already does drink it?
Dorito: He must switch bottles or something. I swear that crap had to have a bunch of illegal chemicals in it.
Molly: Gee, did you figure that out when you woke up the next day?
Dorito: That gave me a clue, but when I went to brush my teeth, I noticed when I was able to see the reflection of my reflection off the mirror on my shiny teeth.
Dorito flashes a smile pose as the lights reflect off it while the girls look at his teeth, sorta distorting their eyes. Christy decides to bend down a little to check her hair off his teeth, and he closes his mouth, lending her to stand back upright.
Alicia: Wow, that's oral clean.
Dorito: Yeah, and I'm afraid to go to the doctor to ask what's up with my urine being purple.
Christy: What?!
Molly: Dude, that's fucking gross.
Dorito: Well you're the one talking about what sex with DareDevil would be like.
Molly: So?
Alicia: This is grossing me out, D. Go see a doc, cause I'm outta here.
Christy: I'll go with ya Alic', I've gotta go use the ladies room, and I'm not quite used to having this many guys stare at me unless we're in a wrestling arena.
Molly: Come on guys, let's go find the Sub-Mariner booth, that Namor is a total hunk!
Molly, Christy, and Alicia walk off, leaving Dorito standing there watching.
Dorito: Fine, whatever. I don't need you guys to go with me to Seattle monday. It all begins in Seattle, and in time, the triangle will shatter and I will take the WWCWF title. Peccant didn't deserve it in NCW, and got in my way.
He spaces out for a few seconds as the camera suddenly fades away?