Not easy being green.

“Apparently the young people want me to make a twitter.”

“i mean, hey, i wasn’t even supposed to exist—so i do appreciate what i’ve got.” not that it isn’t hard sometimes, to not feel burdened with a life he never got to choose, but if he let himself dwell on it too much, he’d just suffer with existentialism all day - and that’s no fun. 

“it’s what you make it, brah. e hauʻoli!”kon says, floating closer to him where the man sits, hunched over, sulking. 

“what’s your name, by the way?”

“Is anyone supposed to exist, really? It all seems like a roll of the dice to me.” Though maybe that wasn’t true, given what he’s learned about himself in the past few months. Brr. Not a fun thought. 

“The mind is its own place, and in itself can make a heaven of hell, a hell of heaven.” Just because Lucifer said it didn’t make it untrue, necessarily. Maybe he had to work on his perspective.

“We’ve actually been working on going green. Which you would know if you ever dropped by.”

“Didn’t come by for the Hulk, came by for Banner.”

“It’s a combination aircraft carrier and private megaplane, how green can it be?”