“Me, a spy for those ruffians? Believe me, I’ve got better things to do than teaming up with them left-wing whippersnappers. And just because I seem so spotless, doesn’t mean my slate is clean. I admit I’ve done some things that have rustled the wrong people, as I’m sure we all have.” A conscious understatement on his part. Obadiah knew very well that every person here, including him, had good reason to be marked as a danger to the multiverse, but playing innocent served him better than spilling his beans at the drop of a hat.

“You will see, my lady, I will prove my loyalty to this ramshackle group as soon as the fighting goes down.” He turned to face the rest of the ragtag bunch of misfits. “On that note, why don’t all y’all introduce yourself, so we’ll all know who we’re fighting with? My name’s Obadiah P. Spider, businessman, gentleman and experienced cane-fighter.” He didn’t really trust the others for a moment, but knew that creating a willing alliance was in their best interest right now.