[b]2525 Whitey Bulger Boulevard
Boston
Or is Baahston?
What, you think you're better than me because you know how to pronounce stuff?![/b]

“Is there anything you’d like to say to Lisa’s murderer?”

Howard the Duck sat across the kitchen table from the elderly lady. Between them was a microphone connected to Howard’s cellphone. The little kitchenette was a big part of the small South Boston house Donna Coughlin had lived in for over forty years. She held a cigarette in her weathered right hand, the cigarette nearly down to the filter and threatening to burn Donna's hand. She looked like every old woman in every Ben Affleck movie ever.

“I just… want to know where she is,” Donna said with a sigh. “Where the rest of her is! They never… recovered… her… head!”

Donna  began to break down into a weeping fit, her hands covering her face as she sobbed over the microphone. Howard plucked the cigarette stub from her hands and put it in the ashtray beside her.

“I’m so sorry,” she finally said. “I didn’t mean to ruin your recording, Mr. Duck.”

“It’s fine,” said Howard, looking at his phone. “The crying is playing really well. I just need one more favor, Mrs. Coughlin. Read this into the mic.”

He slid a piece of paper towards her. She picked it up in her bony, nicotine stained fingers and cleared her throat.

“‘Boxbox is a brand new subscription service. Every month they ship to you a plain box with nothing in it. What you do with it is up to you. There’s…” She swallowed hard. “There’s a special offer for listeners of [i]Phanatic[/i]. Just go to Boxbox.com and type in promo code LISA at check’…. Oh, god!”

Donna pushed the paper aside and put her face on the table. Before Howard could ask if she had any personal experience with Boxbox, she ran off towards her bedroom. Howard gingerly took the mic and his phone and started to leave as quietly as possible. He was almost to the door when the sounds of commotion outside filled the air.

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"ATTENTION, MUTANTS! THIS ENDS NOW! YOU ARE IN A CIVILIAN AREA! CEASE ACTIVITY AT ONCE AND SURRENDER! THIS WILL BE YOUR ONLY WARNING!"[/b][/i]

“Oh, great,” he said as he watched the mutants fighting on the street in front of him. "As if traffic in Boston wasn't bad enough."