Inside Southside Baptist a fat woman dressed like the Penguin is spouting out some blistering fire and brimstone. A fellow dressed like the cartoon character Batman bars your way. The Penguin retorts on and on about how some people have been seen, as near as Atlanta, dressed in the costumes of the Marvel Comics universe. She describes this as a curse that will soon engulf the nation, a plague, the First Horseman of the Apocalypse…Armageddon.

Then she directs her attention toward you. "That’s an awfully Marvel looking outfit you have on there stranger," she barks down at you. The guy dressed like Batman turns and stares you right in the eye.

"Do you have to stare?" you ask meekly.

"I’m going to keep staring at you till you get so uncomfortable that you leave."

You manage to hold out for a couple of minutes, shuffling your feet, then clear your throat and back out toward the door.