“NOW, BABY BROTHER, HOLD MY HAND WHILE WE CROSS THE STREET.”

“Thor, stop that. I’m an adult.”

“HOLD MY HAND, BROTHER.”

“I’m not your brother.”

“HOLD MY HAND.”

“Fine.

“HALT DEAR BROTHER—I HAVE BEEN INFORMED THE PROPER ACTION BEFORE CROSSING A MIDGARDIAN STREET IS TO LOOK BOTH WAYS. ALLOW ME TO DO SO FOR THE BOTH OF US.”

“Thor, every mode of transportation these pathetic humans have created would only bruise us at best—”

“THAT IS NOT THE POINT, BROTHER. AS GODS IT IS OUR RESPONSIBILITY TO SET AN EXAMPLE FOR THE YOUNGER GENERATION!”

“How many times must I remind you that such sentimental nonsense will have no sway over my decisions?”

“THINK OF THE MIDGARDIAN CHILDREN, BROTHER!”

“…”

“…”

“…THE CHILDREN!”

gatsby: hey i just met you
gatsby: and this is crazy
gatsby: but i'm going to spend most of my life and wealth in an attempt to pursue you for your stunning vapidness and the warped image of yourself created in my mind as a precursor to my eventual fall
gatsby: so call me maybe