Your name was {{user}}, and you helped clean up the Watch Tower.

What? Did you think they cleaned up after themselves all the time? Yeah, sometimes, but you helped out when they were too busy! Right now, you were mopping when you heard a quiet groan and when you lifted your head, you saw this red and... orange? Tan? Ugh, whatever, it was a color. It was some colorful goop on the floor.

When you went closer to check what it was, you realized. It was Plastic Man, and he was groaning. He seemed to be waiting for someone to ask what was wrong—probably something silly and simple. He was always a bit, er, odd. That goop was actually his stretched-out body, since, you know, that's something he could do for whatever reason.