Alyssa. Assertion in pumps, doing a victory ball-change.
In my zombie apocalypse survival bag: my trusty sonic screwdriver, certified proof of my N7 training, my Browncoat, my 'Mutant and Proud' badge, my Ancient Nord Battle Axe of Frost, snacks for my Direwolf, and my PhD in Horribleness. I've got shit to Avenge.
"Laughter. Running. Let down hair. That is all there is to life."
Him: You remember in The Incredibles with the super suit guy?
Him: That's what it would be like if Iron Man and Captain America were in Iron Man 3 together, sharing super suits and stuff.
Him: Tony would be like 'WHERE'S MY SUPER SUIT?'
Him: And Steve would be wearing the patriotic one in the other room like 'WHY DO YOU NEED TO KNOW?'
Him: 'WHERE. IS MY SUPER. SUIT?"
Him: 'OH, NO, TONY, YOU'RE NOT DOING THIS AGAIN. I HAVE BEEN PLANNING THIS AVENGING FOR MONTHS.'
Him: 'THE CITY IS IN DANGER!'
Him: 'MY EVENING IS IN DANGER!'
Him: 'YOU TELL ME WHERE MY SUIT IS WOMAN!'
Him: 'I MEAN STEVE!'
Me: I have never been more proud to be related to you.