"Umm... well, yes. Plenty. There was the crisis, and the other crisis, and the war, and the darkseid club, Conor and Bart dying then coming back... Things've been busy. I mean, I haven't even spoken to my family in, like four months they've been so busy. I mean, sure, three of those I was being held as a gladiator by the Darkseid club, but still...You've got a lot to catch up on, my almost-albino friend." Static says, patting Slobo on the shoulder. "I'll explain over lunch, if we can get any. I'm starving."