"So. Picture the zombie apocalypse. Now picture the Spectre as a zombie that's still powerful enough to wipe the floor with just about anybody you send at him."

The bartender plunked another drink in front of him, and he paused for a sip.

"So, I let another cosmic entity take my body for a joyride to fight him, and thankfully this time we got it back out of me before I decided that rewriting the timestream was a cool idea."