PARADISE ISLAND, THEMSCIRA – Local middle-aged white guy, Todd, proves to all his friends that he is a great ally and watches Wonder Woman 1984. Todd passed on a night of Wild Wings and Weck, just to show the receptionist at his office, Vicky, that he supports women.
Tomorrow at work, Todd will conveniently leave his ticket stub on his desk right after he asks Vicky to get him a coffee. He’ll flash his Susan G. Komen Race for the Cure running shirt and then ask Vicky if she’d like to get an Iced Matcha Green Tea Latte. Of course she’ll turn him down because he’s a shallow douche, but he will have grown, because hey, superhero movies are cool and teach some kind of moral lesson. Usually.
Jonathan is a degreed physicist and engineer by day, and amateur entertainer in the evenings. He enjoys studying and performing improvised comedy and writing sketch comedy. When he’s had enough of listening to people complain, you can find him underwater scuba diving where he can’t hear you. It’s like space. No one can hear you, but not because of a vacuum. No. It’s because you can’t talk. So it’s like space, but without the radiation and deadly aliens that burst out of your chest.