I think we have just about as many people riding this stridulation-mobile as it will hold. I mean, practically everyone I know is here already—
–except the hammer-toting oaf. What do you want, Thor?
“I WOULD LIKE TO RIDE THIS MIGHTY HOPPER WITH YOU, BROTHER!”
You’e not my bro–
BAD FISI! BAD hyena! Drop it now! Thor, hold that mangy animal right there! If I can get the leg back, I can probably magic it back on!
This is just great. A whole abdomen full of superheroes and assorted hangers-on and no one can get one measly little bug leg away from a walking doormat with no table manners.
Sometimes I hate my life.