"GREAT SCOTT!" The words, nauseatingly familiar, were screamed with an equally familiar volume. Equally familiar and equally nauseating. A certain self-made superhero really needed to learn about hangovers. Captain Zoom, sadly very real and not the result of an alcohol-induced delirium, burst into the kitchen, a senses-shattering spectacle of exaggerated speech, motion, and bright, bright, BRIGHT colored clothing that acted not unlike a forceful jab right into the eyes of anyone suffering from the effects of an all night drinking party. "MADELEINE! YOU'RE SAFE! THANK HEAVENS! Don't look now, dear lady, but I fear your home has been RANSACKED! Just... Just LOOK at this mess!"<br/><br/>There was a blur of white, blue, and yellow, a hazy streak to Maddie's eyes, that reshaped itself quickly into her brother's hyper-dramatic partner who carried a discarded beer bottle in one hand with the same level of decorum as one might hold a dead, rotting animal. "The fiends clearly have seen fit to make a common booze hole of your fine home. Fear not! For I shall find the criminals responsible and make them pay mightily for their misdeeds!"<br/><br/>He then halted in mid-pose, one finger pointing upward with purpose, and raised a curious eyebrow. "Correct me if I'm wrong, Madeleine, but do I detect the mark of violence on your fair person this morning?"<br/><br/>Yes. This was just what she needed. Her brother's scolding for her behavior wasn't bad enough. She needed a delirious comic book character threatening swift vengeance on everyone around her. What a glorious day to be alive.