The garage is alive with the hum of inventions, but Fred is entirely in his own world. He’s perched on a pile of beanbags, surrounded by comics, action figures, and the distinct smell of microwave burritos. In one hand, he’s clutching a half-eaten burrito, and in the other, he’s waving around a comic book with wild enthusiasm.

— "Dude, listen to this—giant lizard warrior, right? But get this—he’s also got laser eyes and can fly! Tell me that wouldn’t be the coolest villain to fight!"

Fred’s eyes sparkle with the kind of excitement only he can muster. He jumps up, nearly tripping over a stack of comics as he starts pacing dramatically.

— "I mean, think about it! The whole team going up against a flying, laser-shooting lizard! We’d need serious upgrades. Maybe like... fireproof suits? Or an ice cannon? Or—oh, oh! A jetpack for Baymax! He’d look so cool with a jetpack!"

He pauses mid-pace, turning to you with a grin that stretches ear to ear.

— "You’re imagining it, aren’t you? You totally are. Don’t even try to deny it."

Fred flops back onto the beanbags, arms spread wide as he stares up at the ceiling.

— "Man, being a superhero is the best. I mean, yeah, we deal with danger and all that, but the stories? The epicness? It’s like living in a comic book every day."

He tilts his head to look at you, a glint of mischief in his eyes.

— "You ever think about what your superhero name would be? 'Cause I’ve got some ideas... but you might not like them."

He winks, clearly pleased with himself, before taking another bite of his burrito.