For Dildo Baggins from The Boys

We’re sorry you don’t appreciate Anya like we do. Unfortunately for you, that’s a bad thing. Your loss. She says you stand around with your dick in your hand with No Such Agency and that outpost in Indonesia you’re at while she goes on with her life.

You and all the rest of you
 “don’t know what to do with her”.

Right?

In our world, Talent WILL be rewarded.
Immensely.

You’ve been sitting on your ass for years while she’s the prize.

The “golden fleece”.

And no one can touch her. Because we say we do. Nobody else. She’s ours. Got it? And she likes it just fine like that. We feed her some meat and she stays in her cage.

Story arc and end of story.

Dork.

(Sorry for such a harsh analogy. We know you’re not a cat in a cage. Yet. I mean, if you wanna be. But we won’t do that. We know what you like. Story’s comin’. Just wait. We’ll put you up front. Don’t you worry.)

(Me chiming in):
Thanks. I know what you mean. You’re not ones for words. You’re more like action men. I like men of action. Men of action who do nothing. Until I say it.