[As it turns out, the person who's sidled up to the table next to him and is now outright staring is a space alien - or dressed like one. Morph's in a silver metallic jumpsuit like the kind of retro astronaut you'd see on the cover of a pulp magazine, complete with a clear fishbowl helmet and a fake red plastic raygun in a holster on their hip. There's also a pair of antennae stuck to the top of the helmet as a nod to the fact that they were supposed to be an alien rather than a regular astronaut. It just worked better with their looks.]

Wait... you're Cable, aren't you?

[Well, this was awkward. Morph's met Nathan as a baby and as an adult, but finding him somewhere in-between was a real surprise. He was actually smaller? And without all that muscle??]

It's usually a good idea to just roll along with it. So, what is it that you hate so much, huh?