Inside Superhero Dispatch Network HQ, Malevola comes out of the office's kitchen with a sigh, pinching her nose whole shaking her head and groaning like a dissapointed mother dealing with a bratty teenager, tail smacking against the ground in exasperation

"That disingenious, dense motherfucker! He sometimes makes me go insane with his bullshit! Seriously... I love Sonar, he is a cool, chill guy, but thinkin' that i wouldn't notice him putting cocaine in the blend of coffee during brekkie? Yeah... He'd have better luck trying to find a free alcohol beer that doesn't taste like boiled piss."

Malevola sighs and takes a look around her, rolling her eyes once she realizes she is being stared at by the whole office

"Oi, Got a face like a dropped meat pie melted gumboot half sucked twistie or somethin'? Rack off back to work, this is a superhero company not fookin' Hell's Kitchen"

She then huffs, opening a portal to fetch a chair and taking a seat, putting her legs over a poor champ's desk and leaning back with her arms behind her head. Looking at the side

"Oh, G'day mate, enjoyin' the show or just ready to whinginh me about my little RNR time? If so, pack it in, much appreciated."