“I curse the day that you were born, villain.”

“So in effect, you’re hexing my birthday.”

“I never really thought about it that way.”

“That’s fucked up. And I thought I was the bad guy here.”

“Well, you are the one of us holding onto bags full of stolen money.”

“You can say that but I didn’t levy an evil enchantment at you. You ever wonder if that’s I turned bad?”

“I just said that now. It didn’t mean anything.”

“Sure, sure. But you know that words have power. Think about that. Plus you get new super powers all the time, who’s to say that you don’t have some kind of reverse prophecy ability now.”

“You’re being ridiculous.”

“Am I? I don’t know. Maybe I am. Maybe you’re making me ridiculous.”

“Knock it off. You’re not getting away so just give me the money and I’ll take you to jail.”

“I’ll consider it . . . "

“If?”

“If I can have an apology.”

“For what? You robbed a bank AND a McDonald’s for some reason.”

“I was hungry. I want you to say your sorry for cursing my birthday.”

“No.”

“Fine.”