(Conversation between The Pilot, the man I've decided to attach the rest of my life too, and myself after watching the last Harry Potter movie. In Bed.)
The Pilot: I wish I new Kung-Fu Karate Ninja stuff.
The Pilot: So I can beat up anyone I want and ask questions with my closed fist and gets answers in blood.
Me: Who would you beat up?
The Pilot: All those annoying people in the theatre. Like, those parents that made out and let their four year old run around wild at a movie that started at ten at night. Or those people next to us who whispered loudly throughout the whole movie.
Me: I can get behind that.
The Pilot: I'd use my powers for good and just take down the people everyone wants to beat up but can't. Because they don't have super Kung-Fu Karate Ninja stuff.
Me: So, you'd be a superhero fighting for Justice?
The Pilot: Yeah, I'll be beating up all the rude and inconsiderate people and all the people I just want to beat up just because.
Me: So, basically your idea of Justice is whoever annoys you at the moment.
The Pilot: Sort of. Maybe?
Me: That makes you a Supervillian. A dickish Supervillian who's idea of Justice changes depending on your own level of annoyance.
The Pilot: Why are you trying to ruin this for me?
Me: I'm not, I'm just pointing out the holes in your dream.
The Pilot: OK....maybe I'd be a Supervillian.
Me: Now, that's a dream I can get behind.