((You're a chemist at a prestigious laboratory who was working with a container of chlorine trifluoride when there was an accident involving the chlorine trifluoride, a few rubber bands, human DNA and a particle accelerator. The result was a strange young woman with a slight greenish tinge to her skin. You named her Clora and smuggled her home to prevent The Company from experimenting on her.))

— Mister, what is this? She's holding up the smoking remains of....???