Vanessa Lane

We're not talking about the President of the United States here.

We're talking about Mr. Perdition, the President of a condom company.

Now, Slipwell's agents are not looking to kill him.

They're only looking to embarrass him a little bit.

Perdition Prophlactics pays our wages.

We owe them our undying loyalty.

Okay, well, all right. You know what? I'll tell you what.

You find out who the nutcase on the list is.

And then when you do that, I'll drop whatever hero I happen to be fucking at the time,

put my whole sex life on hold, and we will stop you.

So until then, hang a bigger fish in your eye.

Ah! Mmm!

Ah! Yes! Mmm! Goddamn!

Shh! Shh! Shh! Shh!

I have a roommate.

Is that loser?

He's not a loser. He's an introvert.

An introvert? I've never even seen him leave his room.

Nor have I a girlfriend.

Why do you even live with him anyways?

Well, because of my highly secure, very dangerous job,

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