It’s close to the second ghost rider (and maybe the first, been awhile since I dug up my old comics) who didn’t have powers until innocent blood was spilled (though typically it was the villain who spilled it).

People are used to adding periods so they just add it in.

Source: My middle name is a letter.

Biker runs into a bale of hay. Driver corrects himself.

It’s nice, but it comes with micromanagement. They are like fleas, though the biting is more painful.

Merchants have become so powerful that I, a serf, have been taught number solely to account for every penny they make. For this, I’m allowed to live an okay life. I do it with magic (Excel) because they are so big and don’t want to hire many of me. They still act like the Dutch and East India Companies, with slightly fewer atrocities.

“I’m not racist, but” oh, they are going to say something racist.

Totally, never buy the pre portioned ones. Always make them from scratch.

Go for some burgers, toast the buns, salt the tomatoes, setup caramelized onions, and use a nice cheese. Homemade buns go the extra mile.