Alvin soon returned to Prison Island. Frigga hadn't come with him.
The Queen of Asgard had done her utmost to "extradite" Lorelei. She'd found Harvey to discuss compensation for the victims' families, then quietly waited in Hell's Kitchen for Stark's Super Deodorant.
That was the change Alvin had brought to Earth!
In the past, when would Asgard ever have negotiated with you over something like this?
They'd just announce they were taking someone away, and you'd even have to go outside to see them off. That was the normal procedure.
That was the greatest value of a superhuman with strategic deterrence!
It was also why Harvey had always stayed in Hell's Kitchen.
Without Alvin's aura surrounding him, this alien ambassador wasn't nearly as useful as people imagined. At the very least, he couldn't speak with much authority.
Alvin got back to Prison Island just in time for dinner. He watched little Ginny and "Captain" slurp down spaghetti. The bright red tomato sauce made him feel a little queasy just looking at it.
When little Ginny saw Alvin come in, the enthusiastic girl waved her fork and ran over to greet him.
She opened her "blood-filled mouth" and "nibbled" on Dad's face. Excitedly, she cried, "Daddy, you went to Times Square to set off Stink Bombs, didn't you?
"You should've taken me with you! Michelangelo and the others never let me play with Stink Bombs. You should've let me throw them..."
As little Ginny spoke, little Morgan—who was drinking milk with astonishing gusto—seemed to be cheering her big sister on. She banged her empty bottle against the chair, going "bang, bang," and let out excited "oh, oh" cries.
Stark tried several times to snatch the weapon from little Morgan's hands, but the brave little princess drove him off each time. The