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Samantha gives up her dreams and works two jobs to pay the bills for her super boyfriend Jason. One such case study is “Happy Birthday Samantha Dane,” the girl in the refrigerator herself. They’re so preoccupied with their powers and plot lines, they never expect her to be the one targeted or maybe, wrapped up in supervillains, they just fail to see ordinary, human tragedies happening. But all of them expect the world to shape around their story, and so ignore the impact of their superheroing on these women.

I’d gotten us 2.21% closer to the promised land of nobody’s flesh melting.Theodore McCombs: And it’s a very particular kind of cluelessness, isn’t it? In only one story-involving a certain puppet-themed villain/villainess pairing-is the man actually evil and while the Aquaman stand-in is a fragile-egoed douche, most of the boyfriends are “great guys.” It makes sense why their girlfriends love them. Take one bath and you’re good to work out your testosterone on unsuspecting nationalities for a solid diner shift of eight hours-if we could find a way to make it stop burning your skin off and eating through the floor of your infantry tank while smelling weirdly like baking cookies. It’s all so totally toxic, you need your own body armor even to take most of our toys out of the box. Making metals and chemicals go out on charming little dates and drink charming little cocktails and make charming little astonishingly useful babies.

We were developing new alloys for use in body and vehicle armor-flexible, lightweight, strong, all those fun things that actually don’t play together so nicely unless you start telling them who’s boss on the molecular level. Falk Industries loves the military-industrial complex like a kid in a blue tuxedo loves his date to the prom, and the military only ever wants two things from her suitors: new stuff that blows up or new stuff to keep other stuff from getting blown up.