"Hey man, who doesn't love a good dick joke?? I mean, that was pretty low hanging fruit there, but that's never stopped me from fondling it before."

He looks out over the beach. It looks so perfect for a moonlit walk with gently crashing waves. That was, after all, what had drawn him out there. One wouldn't think it of him, but Wade very much enjoyed solitude sometimes. All the time, actually. But that was another of those secrets he didn't tell at the masquerade.

"What? Oh. Kind of. I've got a few kaiju. Also a wolfman, a blob monster, a kraken thing, a thing that teleports you around by barfing you out...it's a whole medley of the who's who of monsters, and the who isn't, and the who you never thought of. Or...I had them. In a different life."

A pause. "Is it just me, or do you have the perverse urge to go back to the beach and see if it's still a shit show that we just can't see from here?"