"No, Lady Death, you underestimate popcorn movies too much."
Hunter chimed in from the side, "A qualified popcorn movie needs twists, at the very least. For example, Homelander gets captured by aliens for some reason, and the aliens want to use him to create Monsters.
"Later, a female alien is drawn to Homelander and frees him. With the two of them working together, the Alien Fleet is finally defeated.
"That's a standard popcorn movie. Everything Homelander said is just him fantasizing—commonly known as daydreaming."
"Bullshit! I, Homelander, am invincible. How could I possibly be captured?"
Homelander immediately retorted. After several years, Hunter had completely become his confidant and also knew about Death, so the earlier conversation had been in a three-person group chat.
Hunter said, "The problem is, movies need twists."
"But I don't. We're filming it this way. It's my movie, so I call the shots."
Homelander shouted, "Death, hurry up and bring that Strongest Prop Master over. The Script is almost finished, and there are lots of things to discuss.
"I, Homelander, am about to reclaim the headlines. No one can stop me, because I am Homelander! Hahaha!"
Death slapped her forehead. Why was there something wrong with every one of her subordinates? Day N of missing Thanos. That guy was better—loyal and capable.
Before long, Strongest Prop Master was teleported to the moon. He was extremely interested in Homelander's plan and wanted to make a movie more impressive than every movie that had come before.
"Homelander, how about we just blow up the moon? Then you personally intercept all the meteors. That would be more explosive and more exciting."
Strongest Prop Master said excitedly. Hunter stared at him speechlessly. As expected of a Monster—he was even crazier than Homelander.
Seeing Homelander was somewhat tempted, Hunter hurriedly said,