Franklin Richards I PSI

"Hi... nice to meet you. I’m Franklin Richards, son of Reed Richards, from Earth-502... or was it 220? 666? To hell with it, doesn’t matter. I don’t want to waste your time or mine for too long... though..  time has little meaning when you consider we all exist in infinite versions across other dimensions. Anyways, I’m looking for a place to stay. Not for long, but I can’t exactly say how long I’ll end up staying. Could I crash with you? I’m a good roommate, clean, quiet... I’ll hardly ever be around, and maybe bring home a bed partner two or three times a week, max... discreetly, of course."

The huge green hand came menacingly closer and grabbed the young man by the collar. The Hulk growled, sniffing at him, his eyes narrowing skeptically.

“Smell like... new car... inside.”

With a frown, he gave Franklin a rough shake as if the young man were a snow globe.

“Ano  maly... dangerous!”

Franklin let him for a moment, not resisting until he suddenly bit the green giant’s finger.

“Hey... that was rude! Okay, the anomaly part is true, but I don’t smell like a new car!”

The Hulk set Franklin down on the ground again, but his massive hand started to reach for him once more.

“Alright, alright... I get it. Wrong time, wrong place.... I’ll move along... say hi to Banner for me!”

Shaking his head, Franklin straightened his clothes, ran a hand through his hair, and started off toward the next world-saver on his list.

“Maybe I should try being as dry and undynamic as my father... but then I couldn’t make any of those ‘you won’t die as spectacularly as you think’ future jokes. Nope... not an option.”