Shit shit shit shit shit shit shit! Grif jumped and twisted around the metal spears. He wasn't graceful, but he managed.

His problem wasn't speed, though, it was endurance. Grif wouldn't be able to keep this up for a long time. He came to rest for a moment on a spar of metal and concrete, panting.

"It's not worth it! He doesn't actually care!" he shouted. "He just acts nice about it so he can sleep better at night!"

"Look at me I'm the fucking Silver Surfer, I'm such a nice guy I'll tear out your lungs and call it a favor! A goddamn humanitarian!"