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Anyway, halfway through World Burn, which is my big Act II song, I look down and finally the lights are dim enough where I can get a good look at the audience and there’s my boyfriend in the front row. I was choking back tears through the whole song. Like... Harry really did #that. And then he meets me at stage door after the show and he pushes a playbill into my hands like ‘omg it’s Mary Jane Watson!! Sign my playbill, please!!!’, and then suddenly I realize he’s got flowers too, and like... ugh, I love that boy.”

“Before I answer, I’ll extend my appreciation to you for being so polite as to call me ‘Mister’. Still, I doubt I can succinctly explain what my ‘deal’ is. Are you asking me what I do? The answer to that question is, simply, that I cause mischief. I’m not so different from your other garden variety trickster gods, except possibly for the fact that I turn into a spider once in a blue moon. If you’re so curious, read the myths, my friend. They’re not terribly inaccurate.”

Point is, every so often we’re kind of all forced to hang out. I’m on Earth among the mortals way more than Thor is, so he’d always be curious like, “What are the mortals doing lately? What are the memes? The hip jokes?” And I’d tell him, ‘cause I’m a good friend. Long story short we’ve been friends for a millennia, and now we’re married. So that’s the tea on that!”

“Yeah, my balls light up! My whole body lights up, nuts and everything! How weird would it be if my whole body was on fire but my dick and balls just hung out, cool as cucumbers? And for the record, my body is protected from the heat that I exude, so ‘those little swimmers’ are still up and ready, flying free, and one day there’s gonna be a buncha little Johnny Juniors running around Midtown.”

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