Insects have been evolving for uncountable generations and still, about once a year, one will fly directly into my eye and be crushed, presumably to death, by the resulting involuntary blink.

Adam: The Beekeeper Chronicles, Chapter Forty-Eight

While Dante bandaged Adam’s shoulder, they were both silent.

Gladys taped garbage bags over the broken windows. When Dante came back down, she asked “So what do we do with a body? I assume you have experience.”

Dante crushed another chunk of brain underfoot. “Leave it overnight, I guess. Get the door covered. Make sure the heat is off in here. I’ll get in touch with someone.”

“You have someone for this?”

“I prefer killing in places I don’t have to clean up, but yeah, it’s not my first. I know people who will want to study a superhuman’s corpse.”

I bet that universe’s version of the movie Scarface is about a guy dressed as a Graveyard Goblin or something.