Flying
"Geez. How long is this flight supposed to be?"
"Calm down, Buddy."
"You're not supposed to call me that, you know."
"I thought it might sound silly to ask Syndrome to calm down like a rowdy little boy. Although, if Syndrome is being a rowdy little boy..."
Muffled laughter, and a failed attempt to look outraged.
"The guys are going to think I'm totally whipped."
The sound of one hand gently patting another.
"Oh, don't worry. You know you'll just have them killed if they annoy you."
"That's right. My faithful gal can take care of anyone."
"Buddy."
"Syndrome."
"Syndrome. The pilot's giving us a funny look. Remember, we have a real person flying with us today."
A grin.
"Hey, that just gave me an idea."
"Oh, no."
"No, it's a good idea this time!
"Alright..."
"Well, I was just thinking; we've been taking these flights for ages now, and we still haven't joined the Mile-High Club..."