"Being me is a full-time job, Richard," Nick whispered, his eyes widening in that specific way that suggested he might either weep or hijack a plane. "It’s an Olympic sport. It's a high-wire act over a volcano of cinematic history!"
But then, the CIA knocked. Or rather, they cornered Nick in a bathroom. The Unbearable Weight of Massive Talent (2022) ...
He landed in the water, surfaced, and looked directly into the sun. "Not the bees," he muttered with a wink to no one. "Definitely not the bees." "Being me is a full-time job, Richard," Nick
"We need you to spy on him, Nick," the agent hissed. "He’s a high-stakes arms dealer." Or rather, they cornered Nick in a bathroom
"Just... the weight, Javi," Nick said, leaning into the absurdity. "The unbearable weight... of all this talent ."
In the end, there were car chases. There were golden guns. There was a moment where Nick had to jump off a cliff while reciting a monologue from The Rock . As he soared through the air, the wind whipping his perfectly manicured hair, he realized he wasn't just a movie star anymore. He was a myth.
Nick froze, his hand halfway to his hair. "You want me to... act? As a spy? In real life?" He let out a laugh that started as a wheeze and ended as a primal scream. "I’ve played a chemist, a treasure hunter, and a man who stole the Declaration of Independence. This? This is just Tuesday."