<em>Shhhhhhh</em>-<strong>Klunk!</strong><br/><br/>"Lame." Burbled the vat of goo.<br/><br/><em>Shhhhhhh</em>-<strong>Klunk!</strong><br/><br/>"Seriously lame."<br/><br/>Humour had been too careless of his last body. He jumped into one of the secretaries of a military base to steal some access codes and maps, then dumped her off at home, assuming that she'd be so traumatised and crap that she wouldn't do anything. Unfortunately, Miss-Alien-Collaborator called ahead the moment he left, and the aliens set a trap for Humour when he arrived a few hours later.<br/><br/>They tried to put the power nullifiers on him, but Humour just flowed out around them. If something like that could have fixed his condition, Humour wouldn't have gone into the villain business to begin with. No, his kryptonite was a goddamn huge air-tight vat. A vat that the Fins hadn't even bothered to secure to the floor, so he slid across the transport every time the vehicle turned, banging into the walls. It wasn't painful, but it sure was annoying.<br/><br/><em>Shhhhhhh</em>-<strong>Klunk!</strong><br/><br/>The inhuman mass forced a featureless purple eye to the side of the vat to get a good look at the other prisoners. Ah, there was Frenzy. He remembered pulling a few jobs with him when he was in town. Humour recognised Bast too, he'd paid her occasionally for her magical talents. Nothing fucked up Dr. Bright's mojo like magic. The others, though, Humour didn't know.<br/><br/><em>Shhhhhhh</em>-<strong>Klunk!</strong><br/><br/>"Man, we gotta get out of here."