If Comic-Con were a woman, I'd rub up against her and try to impress her with a display of my awesome pelvic thrust and she'd be all, "Get the hell away from me you freak!", and I'd be, "But I love you!". Then I'd get pepper-sprayed in the eyes and crotch and I'd be like, "WTF Comic-Con! I thought we had something, what with your awesome swag and kick ass fandom, but you're just like all the others!". It would be okay though because I would just get drunk and hang out with my buddy Def-Con.