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to comprehend.

There's a plan for you, Frank.

Some of His children are chosen.

Okay?

Okay.

Can I help you with something in particular?

Holy Avenger.

The Avengers?

No.

Holy Avenger.

Oh, Holy Avenger.

Jeez, do you always mumble

like that?

Back issues under H.

Right there.

Holy Avenger.

What a c*nt.

Hold this, a**hole.

Oh, the cook.

Yeah, you're the cook

at the diner.

I eat lunch there

all the time.

Tuna avocado salad?

Do you remember me?

No.

Really?

Are you really into

this Christ-y sh*t?

I've never read it before.

Well, dude...

God, I got to warn you

that this

is pretty f***ing stupid.

Well, I mean,

unless you're laughing

at how gay it is,

'cause then it's awesome.

Okay.

I mean, just look at this artwork.

They look like

a bunch of mongoloids.

You know what I mean?

How mongoloids' eyes

are like that?

Speaking of mongoloids,

just how f***ing crazy

would it be to be a midget?

Just f***ing crazy.

I don't understand

how you'd operate at all.

Can I just buy it?

Listen, "I'm no different

from you or anyone else, Holly.

"All it takes

to be a superhero

is the choice

to fight evil. "

Actually, the guy's

kind of got a point.

I mean,

I wonder all the time

why no one's everjust stood up

and become a real superhero.

"All it takes to be a superhero

is the choice

to fight evil. "

It was all so clear.

Maybe I couldn't shoot beams

out of my eyes or fly,

but the finger of God

had touched me.

And who's to say

what kind of powers

that gives a person?

Jock had stolen Sarah,

propelling me into

the depths of hell itself.

But in those depths,

I became myself

for the first time ever.

I found my skin.

Everybody give up.

It's me,

The Crimson Bolt.

You just made the biggest

mistake of your life.

Shut up, crime.

Here's The Crimson Bolt,

crime.

Crimson Bolt's journal.

Night one.

Waiting to protect innocents

from the dark forces

of evil.

Crimson Bolt's journal.

Night two.

There was no crime

last night.

I did, however,

see a few suspicious characters

who might have been planning

something for to-

Hold on!

It was just a box.

The wind was pushing it

down the street.

I'm not gonna

just leave it there.

I'll pick it up later.

I just don't want

to expose my position

at this time.

Hello.

I'm a college student,

and I'm doing a report

on where to buy drugs...

the streets where

all the drug dealers are.

You're writing a report on that?

Yes.

Why are you wearing a fake beard?

It's real.

Just my hair...

growing out of my face.

Oh, well, I guess we can just start

by checking the internet

for old news stories.

A lot of people think

it's fake, but it's not.

It's real.

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