Today, I went to Coney Island with Vanessa. We saw a sideshow, I transformed into Elektra and set a baton on fire with my tongue. I also pulled an very long sword out of the mouth of a very pretty, tiny girl. And, as if that wasn't enough, a man with no arms asked Vanessa about Phobia, told us about Napalm Death, and then announced the minute MJ die. Rest in Peace. I'm listening to Thriller.