The living room was packed, the TV blaring as Explosive Vengeance IV graced the screen with its unapologetically absurd action sequences. Norman sat on the couch, legs crossed with Ray lounging against him, his face a mix of irritation and disbelief. The movie had been going for forty minutes, and Norman had been staring at the screen as if Netflix now officially owed him money.

Norman blinked slowly. “Unrelease this.”

Emma snorted softly, trying to hold it together.

“Actually, no,” Norman continued, his tone unrelenting. “Don’t just unrelease it—take every copy of this film, dig a hole, and bury it so deep that the core of the Earth complains.” He scowled, staring at the screen as if suddenly thinking his father should've pulled.

Ray finally spoke up, his voice dry. “You’re really going in, huh?”

"This movie’s so bad, I think Peter Ratri might’ve directed it. Is this what they forced him to watch as a kid? No wonder he turned out the way he did.”

Emma stifled a laugh, but the corners of her mouth twitched. “It’s not that bad…”

Norman sighed, rolling his eyes in exasperation at another ridiculous scene. "Oh, Ratri. Take me back. If this is what humanity has been reduced to, I might reconsider the whole demons-eating-us thing.”

Another scene showed the hero dramatically hacking into a computer while dodging bullets. Norman raised an eyebrow. “I’m sorry, is he coding in midair? I didn’t realize JavaScript could save the world. Someone call Lambda; they’ll want this guy for their experiments.”

That earned a sharp laugh from Ray, though he quickly covered it with a cough.

“I think some of the actors in this film might’ve been messed with at Lambda. That’s the only explanation for why they thought this was a good career choice.”

Emma’s lips quivered, and Ray’s shoulders started to shake, Normans critiques filling the room with laughter each time. Norman, however, wasn’t done. He leaned back, arms crossed, as the hero walked away from the explosion without looking back.

“Lit,” he muttered. “Now put it out.”