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Black Snow: Just one beer. Then fine, fine. We’ll start doing some goddamn super-hero work. Pro-bono.

Lightning Lad: One beer. After breakfast.

Black Snow: You made me breakfast?

Lightning Lad: Yes. I made you breakfast.

Black Snow: I hope you’re a good cook.

Lightning Lad: I am not the best.

Black Snow: Eggs?

Lightning Lad: Scrambled.

Black Snow: Alright. Let’s fucking eat.