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First, the humble origins.

And then.

The front door opens, as it so often does, and in enters a new face. It is a face surrounded by a blue cowl and belonging to a tall, very big guy in a blue bug suit. He pauses when he sees his new surroundings as the door closes behind him. He’d been writing on the pad of yellow paper he’s still got in his hands but right now his hands are still, and so are the blue antennae sticking up from the top of his head. Blue eyes roam over the room with a steel gaze, and then the man straightens up, hands going to hips in a heroic pose and then…he goes into a soliloquy.

“He stands triumphant, surveying this new place and amazed by the mysteries within. He is a stoic figure that is a monument to justice and all that is right, and good, and cool. Today the universe served him a victory sandwich and oh boy, did he eat it. Yes. Indeed. He did.

“And now, with pad and pen in hand he takes stock and survey of the groovy new place he has come to call home. For villainy makes itself a laundry list of bad everyday and what better way to combat that, then a grocery list of the things that will be used to kick evil’s keister right out of the laundry mat like a bum with no quarters? Sorry bad guys, lady justice doesn’t make change.”

There are probably a few people who wonder ‘who is that big blue guy standing in front of the door talking to himself?’. Milliways, he is- The Tick.

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The Bunny is staring, wide eyed.

"Oh. My. God."

The Tick hears the voice and looks down. "Well, hello there small furry bunny person with floppy ears. Arthur didn't tell me he had pets."

"I'm not a pet."

The Bunny thumps his foot.

"Are you my lunch?"

"Only if your keen on feasting on the sub of super heroic. With meatballs of justice and melty cheese of fortitude sandwiched between the bread of virtue my good friend." The Tick replies.

"It sounds good to me"

He glances the big guy over.

"Where do i start?"

Tick glances over the Bunny again, "Say...don't I know you?" He doesn't, but it never hurts to ask.

"Yup."

There is a grin from the Bunny.

"I'm your worst nightmare."

"Huh, that's funny. I always thought my worst nightmare was that one with the giant corn dog and the platypus on a unicycle..." Tick says thoughtfully.

Stare.

"No, I'm the other one. The guy who kicks your ass."

"Woah there chum," Tick holds up a hand, "You eat some bad alfalfa this morning? Fiber does that to you sometimes ya know."

Twitch.

"What?"

"I'm sensing a lot of negative coming off you my fine cotton tailed friend. Perhaps I can get you some nice lettuce or fresh bean sprouts to get things moving right again?"

The Bunny stares.

And hops away.

"Fiskin do gooders."

Tick waves after him, "Good bye chum, we'll have that sandwich some other time then." At least he's not following the bunny, which is usually his first instinct when people try to get away from him.