"No way in hell are we staying," said Kon, "Some of us have to go back to a world crushed by the brutal fist of an egotistical, bald #$%$&@#."

Kon leaned back in his seat, arms crossed behind his head, balancing precariously.

Or at least it looked precarious. Really, his chair was rooted to the spot by his teke.

"Speaking of evil bald guys, where's Lex Luthor in all this? He's gotta be sticking to the dorsal region of somebody powerful like some kind of evil remora, waiting for his moment to strike."