Instant image that comes to mind:

Hey, Dix… I want to have ‘adventures’ with you. (Why does this sound wrong?)
We’d wear tuxes and fedoras. You’d be the one who does the polite conversations and I’d be the badass sidekick who ‘emphasizes your words’ when needed (which would be like, every time).
I’d LOVE to bitch-slap Cyrus Redblock for you. And then kiss you passionately right there on the holographic street while a horrified holographic 1940s audience gapes at us.




