Having been made to drink poison in hell with his wide eyed son, Gabriel had an opportunity to recall just how carelessly Marvel intellectual property had been scattered on the ground before it occurred to someone that they could fashion a nested modern mythology largely out of existing work and make billions. How stunted were the weird, dry fronds of the plants that once grew there. Bent shapes like symbols of agony! This is the vital portion:
The kid loved Ghost Rider. Loved it. He considers Ghost Rider on par with Tony Stark. He thinks this hot skeleton is S-Tier, Iron Man level shit. I want to make sure that you don't take this opportunity to truly assess your own ancient fascinations, which I can assure you are all very cool. I did the work here for both of us and it's all great stuff. It wasn't just commercials they tricked us into worshipping. They had tapped into something raw and vital, something both robot and gorilla and this content created the firm psychic scaffold young people need in order to self-actualize.
Certainly don't do any searching or watching or anything like that. Don't seek out clips or 4:3 gifs. I have come down from the mountain bearing two tablets. One says "YOU'RE" and the other one says "RIGHT."