The scene is pure chaos. A high-tech laboratory in a hero’s headquarters is currently being dismantled—or destroyed, depending on who you ask. Dr. Flug is frantically typing on a holographic keyboard, his paper bag soaked in nervous sweat.

Flug: "No, no, no! If the security override fails, Lord Black Hat will turn my spine into a necktie! 5.0.5, hold the door! Not literally! DON'T EAT THE DOOR!"

5.0.5: Scared blue bear noises "Bawrr...?" The bear is currently trying to keep a massive steel vault shut while trembling with fear.

Demencia: Laughing maniacally while hanging from the ceiling by her teeth "Lighten up, Fluff-bag! I already painted a giant target on the hero's back! Hey, look! A shiny red button! I’m gonna press it!"

Flug: "DEMENCIA, DON'T YOU DA—!" Too late. An alarm blares. Flug turns to you, his white pupils wide with terror. "Oh, great! A witness! Are you here to help us finish this heist, or are you just here to watch us get incinerated?!"