[ Look what's the point of playing someone with eyes now if you can't even window shop. Anyway maybe the giant glowing sword is compensating for something. We just can't know. But we can dream. ]

[ It's true, if Richie (and this is definitely Richie) takes pride in anything, it's his brand. No matter how shitty the jokes might be, they're his and his alone. Beverly folds her arms, lets her lips twist in a scoff, ] Fair use is a pain sometimes.

[ The full implication of the display is, admittedly, lost on her in the whole grand scheme of what the hell is going on here she's been dealing with today. Perhaps it'd be creepier if the man in question didn't strive to be a walking parody himself. If it was a straw Big Bill stuttering away up there, things would feel a lot more skeevy. But back up, ]

I've had the something of knowing him before he was all that. [ She grins now, a great deal of love in there somewhere no matter how rude, but she shoots Boxer a quick glance. ] Sorry—do you know him? Not him, but...

[ You know. He'd said it reminded him of someone, and it's got to be painfully obvious if he does (about as obvious as it is that she sounds hopeful now), but maybe they're just talking about comedians in general here. ]