"It's the Taunting Ginger! That's not gonna be his permanent name."

Mikey leaned back with a discomforted squeak as the guy stared at him with the smiley glass eye. Nobody this bonkers should have something on him that looked so happy.

"Wait, so, you're about stories, and you want to destroy us, but not just US, the story of us, which . . . people know somehow?"

There wouldn't be any need to destroy the idea of them, their story, if people weren't hearing it. Science.

"Did we get famous without me noticing?"