My Super Ex-Girlfriend Page #5

- Wait a second! Hey! Wait!

Hey, now, look.

I don't appreciate being manhandled...

What's going on?

- Mr. Saunders, thank you for your time.

- OK. Now, who are you?

Who am I? Do you watch television,

Mr. Saunders? Read the papers?

- Use the net for anything other than porn?

- You're that Bedlam guy.

- Professor Bedlam.

- The "supervillain".

Please, I am not super, I am not a villain.

I'm just a regular man, like yourself,

with 10,000 times more money,

intelligence and taste.

OK, so what do you want from me?

Are you seeing anyone, Mr. Saunders?

Are you asking me out? Ow!

I want you to tell me everything you know

about your new girlfriend.

- Jenny?

- Yes. Jenny.

Where does she like to go?

What does she like to do?

What music does she listen to?

Is she afraid of bugs?

Is she a dog person or a cat person?

- Does she wear panties...

- OK, now, look. Hold on just a goddamn...

Now, look.

It's gotta stop with the slapping, all right?!

I just don't feel real comfortable telling you,

a total stranger, someone's private habits.

You gotta understand that, right?

Of course.

Please, someone! Help! Help!

Save me! Please!

Weasel!

Hey! Help! Yeah, you! You!

Get somebody from the Park Service!

Oh, jeez!

No! Help me! Oh, no!

Oh, my God!

- G-Girl! G-Girl, you saved me. Thank you!

- Yeah, yeah, yeah.

- Whoa! Hold me! Hold me!

- Don't look at me!

- But I just wanted to...

- Don't look at me!

OK, yeah. No looking. Got you. Roger.

Wow.

Looks like little Jenny's

been cashing in on her superpowers.

Idiot! We don't want her to know

we dropped by.

Ah.

Perfect.

So I'm falling,

I mean, hurdling through the sky.

And just as I'm about to bite it,

and I mean out of nowhere,

she just catches me

and sets me right on the ground.

It was unbelievable.

The weird thing is, though,

that Bedlam guy,

he kept asking me about you.

- Do you know him?

- No, how could I know him?

- That's what I was thinking.

- So what was she like?

G-Girl?

I didn't really get a good look at her,

but to tell you the truth,

- she wasn't really what I expected, you know.

- In what way?

- I don't know. She just seemed a little...

- Brainy?

- Not really.

- Exotic? Effervescent?

No, I kind of got this vibe

she was a little nuts.

Nuts?! Maybe she was a little bit preoccupied,

having searched the entire city to save you

from being squished like a bug

on a windshield!

You girls all really stick together, don't you?

I like it. You're like one big gang.

- Rule number one about crossing the street?

- Look both ways.

That's right.

Jenny!

- One of you call 911!

- I'm fine. I'm fine. That was close.

I'm fine, I'm fine.

- You're not fine. How can you be fine?

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