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Quite well. My God, no complaints.

But, you know, it is not the same.

Not the same at all.

Weren't you in the news?

Some show in Prayge... Prague?

Milan, darling. Milan.

Supermodels.

Nothing super about them.

Spoiled, stupid, little stick figures

with poofy lips who think only

about themselves.

Feh! I used to design for gods.

But perhaps you come with a challenge,

eh? I was surprised to get your call.

E, I just need a patch job.

Hmm. This is megamesh.

Outmoded, but very sturdy.

And you've torn right through it!

What have you been doing, Robert?

Moonlighting hero work?

Must have happened a long time ago.

I see. This is a hobo suit, darling.

You can't be seen in this.

I won't allow it!

- Fifteen years ago, maybe, but now?

- What do you mean? You designed it.

I never look back, darling.

It distracts from the now.

You need a new suit.

That much is certain.

A new suit? Where the heck

am I gonna get a new suit?

You can't! It's impossible!

I'm far too busy.

So ask me now,

before I again become sane.

Wait. You want to make me a suit?

You push too hard, darling!

But I accept.

- It will be bold. Dramatic!

- Yeah.

- Heroic!

- Yeah, something classic, like Dynaguy!

Oh! He had a great look!

Oh, the cape and the boots...

No capes!

- Isn't that my decision?

- Do you remember Thunderhead?

Tall, storm powers. Nice man.

Good with kids.

- Listen, E...

- November 15th of '58.

All was well, another day saved

when his cape snagged on a missile fin.

Thunderhead was not

the brightest bulb...

Stratogale!

April 23rd, '57.

Cape caught in a jet turbine.

You can't generalize

about these things.

Meta-man. Express elevator.

Dynaguy, snag on takeoff.

Splashdown, sucked into a vortex.

No capes!

Now, go on. Your new suit will be

finished before your next assignment.

You know I'm retired from hero work.

As am I, Robert.

Yet, here we are.

E, I only need a patch job.

For sentimental reasons.

Fine. I will also fix the hobo suit.

- You're the best of the best, E.

- Yes, I know, darling. I know.

Don't answer it, honey, I got it!

- Hello?

- We have a new assignment for you.

- How soon can you get here?

- I'll leave tomorrow morning.

- See you there.

- Goodbye.

Who was that, honey? The, uh, office?

Another conference.

Short notice, but you know...

...duty calls.

- Bob?

- Yeah, what's up, honey?

- Ha... have a great trip.

- Thanks, sweetie.

- I'll call you when I get there.

- I love you.

- So much.

- I love you too.

This is your automated Captain.

Would you care for more mimosa?

- Don't mind if I do. Thanks.

- You're welcome.

Currently 78 degrees in Nomanisan.

Perfect weather for flying.

Please fasten your seat belt.

We're beginning our descent.

Hello, Mr. Incredible.