The US government has always been pretty rubbish at dealing with the supernatural. Fortunately, we have the ultra-patriotic Warbucks Corporation, as well as a ridiculous amount of free agents, invested in keeping us safe.
Stephen, meanwhile, is none of the above. (Although Sweetness was manufactured by Warbucks.)
Jon: Okay, first, how old do you think I am, anyway? And second…
…I’m sorry. You were right all along. I shouldn’t have dismissed you.
Stephen: I accept your — wait, was that a real apology? I mean, not that I didn’t deserve it. It’s just that so few people ever put it quite so clearly.
Jon: Yeah, I meant it. How come you know about all this, anyway?
Stephen: Well, not to brag, but…I’m kind of a secret agent.
Jon: What, with the government?
Stephen: Our government? They don’t have the faintest idea how to deal with this. I’m with the–
Stephen: –Hey! Watch where you faint!