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- Holy shit. Have you guys noticed... - He's with Katie.

What, like when we have a sleepover?

Rumors have it that this will be Kick-Ass's farewell appearance,

This better be pretty serious, dude,

But as word of mouth continues to spread,

- Hey, what are you doing? - There are people in there.

- Louie? Hey, Chris. - Or somebody. It doesn't have to be Louie.

Shit! Fuck me, that kind of hurt.

I can't help it. I do because I...

We'll have our hot chocolate when we get back.

"And I, of ladies most deject and wretched..."

It's 300,000 bucks.

They said I was their inspiration,

And it's been a whole week since I've heard from Rasul.

He's going in the alley.

I'm so glad you're here.

Kind of fun, huh? Now you know how it feels.

Outside your jurisdiction?

Follow him, around the corner.

Thanks, Marty, this is really fucking helping me.

and nobody wants to be Spider-Man?

- Someone else jacked it last week. - Pussy.

Look, I'm really, really sorry.

Hi, I'm Hit Girl.

Okay you morons, let's see what you can do now.

And who knows, buddy, this might even get you laid.

- Do you know where that is? - No, but I'll just put it in the GPS.

That's not even true. The medic threw my clothes away.

City's guardian by night.

Since when I ask you fucks to deliver me Kick-Ass,

I hate getting punched in the chest.

You deserve better.

And out of my friends, man, I wasn't even the funny one.

Murder, superheroes breaking into my bedroom,

That motherfucker Kick-Ass burnt down my warehouse

that someone probably worked their ass off to pay for.

It's on the floor right over there. Find the lighter.

Yeah, it's gonna have a meltdown.

- That is cool. - Yeah.

Look at me. I look like a putz.

I'd never felt more alone.

You need us, put on your website that you're on vacation.

I'm good. Yeah, much better.

Tu te sens invisible sur Insta

"The glass of fashion and the mold of form

Please, I know you have mistaken me for Kick-Ass,

It's okay. We're cool. We're only gonna miss the trailers.

What, putting on a mask and helping people? How's that impossible?

He's right. I'm sorry. I'm acting totally childish.

Can I make a confession?

my dad wouldn't be.

He's his father's son.

Yes, the silent killer.

This is the last time. I totally swear.

But they're not.

Child, you know, that's because in the picture, it didn't have Gatling guns.

MOMMY I WANT A KICKASS PARTY

Frankie, I'm telling you, man, I swear I'm not making this up.

I mean, all those comic books, movies, TV shows,

My mom has the burglar alarm on downstairs,

Two cheap-shit losers screwing with a car