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I Prefer Working Out Of Strict Continuity, Because No Normal Human Being Can Have A Firm Grip On The Constantly Shifting Bardo-like Territory Of A Comics Universe, Where Entire Histories Can Be Erased By A Strong Enough Super-sneeze.

A Bullet In The Right Place Can Change The World.

I Was A Clubber In The Nineties. I Went Dancing Every Week.

One Must Commit Acts Of The Highest Treason Only When Dressed In The Most Resplendent Finery.

The Only Thing That Made Me, Or Any Of Us, Special Was That No One In The Whole Of History Would Ever See The Universe Exactly The Same Way Any Other Of Us Saw It.