I haven’t found any Integra-brand businesses around the new apartment…but then, I only just got here. Have a week’s worth of Sunday strips while I get used to the area (and finish knocking together some of this IKEA furniture).
Stephen: W-who would you get to [gulp] control me?
Seras: Again…that’s all up to Sir Integra. Speaking of which…
Jon: …don’t know if anyone can be trusted with the power, quite frankly.
Integra: He’ll do.
Seras: Hurt? Well…yes. But only at first. And after that, only your pride.
We can put you on a leash. Lock up your most dangerous powers, and place your fate in the hands of someone who can keep you under control.
Mr. Colbert…The welfare of my country comes first. It has to.
But I’m not lying when I say I care about you. And you’re right. We could leave you here. But there would be a catch. For everyone’s safety — including yours. Will you be all right with that?
Stephen: What do you think? You’re not the only one with a Nation to take care of. …It won’t hurt, will it?
Or did I just blow your mind?
Stephen: All of this is just a fancy ploy to get me to agree to leave the country with you! You still haven’t spilled my secret to the news. I could go right back to my job tomorrow, with nobody the wiser.
If you really cared about me, that’s what you would do. Set me up with a food supply in the city, and leave me here. That’s what I need, not any of this nonsense about “figuring out who I am.” I already know. I’m Stephen Colbert of The Colbert Report. That ought to be more than enough for anyone.
Seras: You realize you’d be clinging to denial?
Stephen: You realize “denial” is just an anagram for “nailed”?