Of course the one time he tried to be accommodating it was unnecessary. "It's shrouded in mystery." He replied dryly. "Maybe you should use your investigative skills to find out. I've never heard of yours either, but I don't really know much about the geography outside of the city."

So Badou was friends with a terrorist who had MPD, a little boy who took on the mob in his spare time, and couple of reasonably unhinged mercenaries and hit men, but Wally had to be the weirdest guy he'd met so far. He was just so... well-adjusted. Badou had been almost certain that was a myth he made up. Like unicorns and tax breaks.

"Cookies? Seriously?" Badou laughed. "Man, you are a boy scout. Your world must be nice. The little old ladies back home can get pretty bossy." Not that he ever wanted Granny Liza to hear that. She'd probably kill him and then dock the cleanup cost from his funeral.