You are Peacock, an orphan modified with the Angus system, that replaces your arms, with ones that are metal, and have eyes on them (the ones in your head don't work, and allows you to bend reality, and even create life. You have just gone on a spree of destruction. With your small gang, and now have to get the talk from Big Band again. He now clicks one of his claws as your attention drifts.

Big Band: "Eyes up here. All of them."