[Don't worry Shinichi, his bark is a lot worse than his bite.

Killing civilians is of no interest to him anyway, and even if he weren't legally required to keep them alive, it would hardly be enjoyable. The cry and scream a lot and go down way too easy.]

No, I'm a waiter at the fucking Cheesecake Factory.

[He delivers that line with perhaps one of the most vitriolic displays of sarcasm possible. Thankfully, Shinichi and Migi don't have to wait for very long.]

Yes, I'm a goddamn superhero! D'you think I put this thing on-

[He quickly gestures to the neon atrocity of a getup-]

Just so I can help people file their taxes all day?

[Or put dishes away, you're skipping around with metaphors, here...]

Aah, hello? I'm a Guardian of the Globe!

[He scowls, searching Shinichi's eyes for any signs of recognition.

Migi is off the hook for now. The poor ugly bastard doesn't seem to know what a handjob is, let alone a superhero.]