BLT, Tick Style

Tick and Arthur are chatting in their booth at the diner.

Arthur: I'm still surprised you lost Tick, where to from here?

Tick: Well Arthur, it's time for a gut check. Do I roll over, and go crying home to mummy, or do I get back up and look him in the eye again. Erebus is just as dirty as the GM, and if the first justice scrub down didn't get him squeaky clean, well then, maybe, just maybe we'll have to put in a bit more elbow grease next time. Hang on, wouldn't elbow grease make you dirty? Now I'm confused...

Arthur: Does the heavyweight title really mean that much to you? Don't forget about everything that the GM has done to us.

Tick: You're right chum, thanks for keeping me on the straight and narrow. It's time for some payback, big blue style.

Tick turns to the camera.

Tick: GD Pato, prepare yourself. Tick is coming, and I'm packing two giant justice sandwiches.

Tick holds up his fists.

Arthur: Did you really have to talk to the camera? It destroys the whole fly on the wall illusion we had going on here.

Tick: Sorry little buddy, I guess I just got a little carried away.