Denny's Diner, (or, as some kept insisting they call it, "The War Room") table four. Crayons litter the table, mixed with napkins and pirate ship coloring pages, some stained by one of the various cups of coffee they'd ordered, and all with various renditions of a gray, somewhat rhinocerssy blob; often with frowny eyes, and usually chasing a bleeding stickman (and in one, wearing a pirate hat and yelling "Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum!", as Steve found it difficult to stay on task when crayons were involved)
"So..." Wally began, as nonchalantly as he could muster. "Now that we've gotten all THIS out of the way..." he said, making a vague motion towards the chaotic table, "I think it's time we learned just who Super-Bum, no offense..."
"None taken"
"...Is, exactly."
"Oh yeah!" Steve paused, looking up from his attempt at a parrot, which really, looked more like a giant, green pig with frightfully thin legs, "I was wondering about that too!"
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