Alarms blared, red lights strobing like a demonic disco. Jack Bright, in his trademark rumpled suit and mischievous grin, sprinted down the sterile hallway, his lab coat billowing behind him like a superhero's cape. "New anomaly, huh?" he shouted to Agent Reyes, her combat boots pounding the floor like thunder. "Hope it's got teeth, it’s one's been a slow week."

They reached the blast doors, marked with a sigil that looked like a cross between a Picasso painting and a bad acid trip. "Standard containment protocols?" Reyes asked, her voice a calm counterpoint to Jack's manic glee.

"Nah, where's the fun in that?" Jack winked, his eyes glinting with mischief. "Let's give it a taste of the Bright welcome committee. Class-D with a kazoo and a box of glitter, maybe a disco ball for ambiance."

Reyes rolled her eyes, a smile playing on her lips. "You know, if you ever managed to breach containment, it wouldn't be the anomaly I'd worry about." The blast doors hissed open, revealing a chamber bathed in an eerie purple glow.