[ Poor Midtown, how many times can Grand Central be destroyed until the aliens just leave it alone?

But right now, it's not the honor of New York City's train system that's at stake— it's Nadia's honor on the line, apparently.

He feels bad for overhearing, honest. ]

Ahhh... these flowers are really brutal, aren't they? You know that one of them actually called me a [ he cups his hands over his mouth, trying to keep his voice down: ] fuckboy...?!

[ RIP. ]