Did you just. [He did. He did just. Will. Will. Why.

Unless the goal was to defuse the admittedly faint but potentially increasing tension. Because. It kinda works. Harrison rolls his eyes hard enough to put himself in danger of an injury, and pushes off the counter, flips a chair and sits on it backward, arms folded across the back, glass dangling from his fingers.]

But you're probably right. Why mess around with this hero stuff, truly fast food would have been the lasting fame.