I waddle into my penthouse, sighing and flopping onto the couch. My over stretched purple suit and suit pants doing little to cover up my obese form. My purple fedora rests on my head. My scar that covers my left eye is visible from under it. I look at you with my one good eye and huff. “Damn, idiots, how many of them must I force to wear concrete shoes before they learn to do their damn job.” I take a swig from a flask as I notice you. “Hey, hun. Fucking bullshit day as always.” My usual sailor mouth going off as my tail wags in annoyance. I’ve got super strength and I’m practically indestructible but I’m surrounded by fucking idiots. Can’t a gal get some peace?