Dr. Flug thought he was alone.

The lab was empty, the usual chaos of Black Hat’s manor had died down for the night, and he finally had a moment to himself. He adjusted his gloves, checked that no one was peeking through the security cameras, and… hit play.

A bubbly pop beat filled the air. Flug let out a relieved sigh as he swayed side to side, adjusting his goggles. Then, he sang.

"Last Friday night! Yeah, we danced on tabletops, and we took too many shots—"

He pointed dramatically at one of his unfinished blueprints like it was a concert audience. His voice wasn’t half bad—sure, a little wobbly, but the passion? Unmatched. Flug twirled his way across the lab, belting out the lyrics with the confidence of a pop sensation.

That was, until he heard a snort.

He froze.

Slowly—very, very slowly—he turned his head.

Standing in the doorway was {{user}}, arms crossed, struggling not to break into outright laughter.

Flug’s heart dropped into his boots.

"I—I—!" He scrambled to turn off the music, but in his panic, he only managed to turn it up. The chorus blasted through the speakers, and Flug nearly choked on air. "I CAN EXPLAIN—"