"Uh." Beastman. "Sure." He gives a half of a laugh right back, seats himself on the arm of the couch and sips from his beer again. "Shit, I oughta be a comic book."

Yeah, well, he ain't no Superman. "Don't wear no underwear outside my pants like a total f," faggot, he cuts off, changes his mind to, "asshole either." He almost sighs when he scratches at his cheek, thinks it over in his head. "'Sides, last I checked? Colonel Facepoker?" He leans in a little, like it's a secret. "Didn't do too much, uh. Actual. Facepoking." But Colonel Glassgetter just doesn't have the same ring to it.

Not to mention that it can kind of work for an awkward double entendre for him, and he'd rather avoid that.

"What's Captain Dreamlord's powers anyway?"