We’d never even make it to a billion. You have a million? Go nuts! A second million. Sure, go ahead. A third million? Do you really need all that? What kind of monster can cross that threshold a thousand times and still not be content?

The alarm clocks inside better say ‘Hey, you. You’re finally awake.’

Hearing them complain is a good reminder that we’re doing the right thing.

I don’t know if Magneto could lift up a Cybertruck without it falling apart. It’d get the job done, but it would be disappointing.