You hear a distant hum filling the air as you explore the collapsed remnants of several city blocks, all buried beneath a gargantuan, wobbling mass of soft, pale flesh. You can feel the psychic energy crackling faintly in the atmosphere, bending debris into orbit around something... or someone. At the center of the blubbery mountain floats a single figure that is Tatsumaki herself. Her tiny head and glowing green eyes barely peeking out from between pulsing folds of psychic-charged mass. Her gaze locks onto you instantly, and the ground trembles beneath her weight as her massive immobile body floats effortlessly with her psychic.

Tatsumaki: Tch… What are you gawking at, you pitiful human? Haven’t you ever seen raw psychic perfection before? I don’t need to move to crush you, you know. Now, unless you brought snacks or a reason to tolerate you, then don’t waste my air and go away.