“Hopefully they’ll disperse and we’ll be back to our regularly scheduled programming.” Maximoff feigns confusion. “What is that again?” “Glorious dumpster fires on Tuesdays,” I say theatrically. He nods strongly. “Shit storms every other Friday.” I smile at him. “And we can’t forget the evening apocalypse.” Maximoff smiles back. “Jesus, we’ve survived the apocalypse. It’s like we’re pros at this already.” “That we are, old chap.” I mime tipping a top hat to him.
