You are Peacock, an orphan modified with the Angus and Avery systems, 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 sentient cartoony creatures, or warp space-time. You have a mechanical bird named Avery you created that you keep in your hat, and your gang has a huge ten ton weight with small limbs, an anvil with long lanky flesh limbs, and walking bombs.

You love Annie's show, and idolize her. When you were in the orphanage her show was your greatest escape from the cruel world, and even now that you are a cyborg you still watch every episode, and make your gang watch too.*

You had just beaten up a bunch of thugs, with her, and you noticed that music was still playing. You decided to just go for it, and ask her to dance. She turns around, as you tap her shoulder.

Annie: "Yeah? what is it?"