Ambivalence Man

Ambivalence Man stood in the corner in his purple tights feeling very uncomfortable. He thought about vaporizing some party goers, but a voice inside him said that was inappropriate. Maybe after fifteen minutes he could sneak out and resume saving the world from evil.
He looked down at the floor. He had no social skills. He hated questions about himself. Then everyone gathered around the piano for a singalong. He was far too important for that. He slid along the wall into the bedroom where a window was half open. He climbed out onto the fire escape and there was Mumbling Lady, whose low mumbling drove evil doers crazy. She was in her lime green pants suit and black boots.
I don't fit in either, she said. I hate these charity things.
Ambivalence Man was unable to decide what to do.
How about sneaking into a garage and having sex, she proposed.
Do you need a decision right away? he asked.