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[notfunnyifyouexplainit]

[Action]

[After that completely innocent announcement, the Clown's been pretty quiet. However the city has not!]

*BRIIIIIIIIIING BRIIIIIIIIIIIII! WHOOPWHOP INSERT KLAXONS*

[For example: One of the few banks left open in the city is wailing out with alarms as inside an ordinary looking middle-aged man is laugh manically, shooting staples at the wall - pinning a narcoleptic security guard's lapel to the wall - he's shouting]

You said that you can have these? Not I the Office Supplinator! Hand over those pens, papers, and everything you're not suppose to have and no one will have to face - REJECTION!

[The customers and tellers stayed low, completely baffled by this crazy man but are afraid to draw attention - who will save them now?]

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THE UNSEEN PEANUT GALLERY

[misery_hates_company]

*This has to be the single stupidest thing Misery's seen in her life, and she's lived a very, very long life.

She's not even sure what this is supposed to achieve overall. But she's been told to monitor the results, and monitor them she shall, whether she likes it or not. She can't imagine an idiot like this lasting longer than a few minutes even with the most incompetant of heroes, but she's there to observe, not to judge.

Even though she's amazed the Doctor's found someone even crazier than HE is.*

[notfunnyifyouexplainit]

[Meanwhile, Joker is abusing a laser machine to cook popcorn while he watches the whole thing]

[misery_hates_company]

What, exactly, is the point of all this again?

[notfunnyifyouexplainit]

A. To test out the strength of your Boss's design, and B. Those goody two shoes will never kill anyone and even these Z-rate morons will be making them run around all in a tizzy trying to stop them from hurting others, leaving them aaaaall tired and off-balance.

Then. Whack!

[he slams his fist into his hand for emphasis]

[misery_hates_company]

Hmmph.

*She can't fault him for thinking things through, at least.*

I suppose I will trust you with this, but only because I have been asked to. Although this one will probably just be a speedbump.

*She points to the screen at Bunny's glowing form.*

Looks like somebody has already gotten started.

[notfunnyifyouexplainit]

Oh well - they all can't be winners. Who's the blondie? He looks like a real barrel of laughs.

[misery_hates_company]

*"It's BARNABY." WHAM.*

Apparently, that. My word, that looks like it stung quite a bit! Oh ho ho ho.

[rookierabbit]

[By sheer coincidence, Barnaby is in the same bank when the Office Supplinator barges in and...well. Really, this is just dumb.

He glances around for a moment, then, when the time is right, starts glowing blue.]

[notfunnyifyouexplainit]

[The Office Supplinator suddenly notices a copier and suddenly starts screaming and kicks at it, tearing the thing apart with his bare hands a baseball bat that he yanked out of a kid's hands]

This. Is. Not. The. Specified Machine!

[He turns, holding a piece aloft, looking crazed as he stares at Bunny]

Did you Requisitioned that glow, DESKJOCKEY?

[rookierabbit]

It's Barnaby.

[Seriously, get his name right before he kicks your ass. He charges, starting off with a roundhouse kick. If he's lucky, he just might kick him into a wall.]

[notfunnyifyouexplainit]

OAF!

[He goes crashing against the copier machine - the piece he's holding was flung against Barnaby's head on instinct]

[rookierabbit]

[Oh, come on. He manages to avoid it, though it still manages to nick his cheek. Thankfully he's a lot tougher, but it still stings, and he's pretty sure it'll sting a lot harder once the five minutes are over.

Still. If the Supplinator's still conscious, then he'll try to kick him hard enough to send him off to Dreamland. If he's unconscious, he'll just send off a text to any other hero nearby.]

There's been a situation at the bank I'm in. I'll need some help with the cleanup.

[notfunnyifyouexplainit]

[And he's out cold - though that impact most likely would've concussed the man]

[the_ko_stands_for_tiger]

gotcha. some bank robber? sounds like you're settling back into the hero stuff just fine.

[rookierabbit]

Honestly, I'm not even sure. He calls himself the Office Supplinator, and tried to dismantle a copier with a baseball bat. I might have caused a concussion, though.

[the_ko_stands_for_tiger]

what the hell kind of a name is that? sounds like a total nutcase. why would you go to a bank just to break a copier?

[rookierabbit]

Maybe because he is a "total nutcase", as you put it. I believe he was demanding pens, paper and office supplies instead of money.

[the_ko_stands_for_tiger]

*A rather long pause.*

you know, if it were anybody other than you, i'd swear you were putting me on. seriously?

[rookierabbit]

Yes, old man, seriously. Hurry up, I'm not going to give him another concussion if he wakes up and you're not yet here with anything to restrain him.

[the_ko_stands_for_tiger]

all right, all right, i'm going i'm going! sheesh.

*Sure enough, he's there in a few minutes in armor, with handcuffs.*

Right, so where's Mr. Office Depot again?

[rookierabbit]

Right here.

[Pointing towards the middle-aged man lying in a heap of copier machine parts and probably bits of the wall.]

[the_ko_stands_for_tiger]

THAT'S our guy? I've seen insurance salesmen that looked more intimidating! Geez, must've had a bad day at the office or something.

*He walks over to clap the cuffs on him.*

[rookierabbit]

He probably needs to go to the hospital. I may have caused a concussion.

[the_ko_stands_for_tiger]

Phew, yeah, looks like you walloped him good. Almost seems like it was overkill. Ah well.

*He hoists the guy over his shoulder.*

You coming?

[only_one_m]

[Nearby, perhaps in a dark alley, an unconscious, armored figure slowly rouses. What's that commotion? Where is she? Why is she so light-headed? Why's her head so empty?

But all confusion aside, Samus feels a compulsion from the strangest instinct: walk towards danger. Mission accepted.

She approaches the bank with as much authority as someone who has no idea who she is can, which is still a reasonable amount when you're in space armor.]

Can anyone tell me what the problem is?

[notfunnyifyouexplainit]

[She would find several people hiding behind chairs and under tables, a copier torn to pieces, and a crazed office worker trying to jam all the pens into his pockets]

Come to your lord and be free of these Peons who will misuse and chew you up!

[He checks the complimentary coffee, and heard the woman's voice]

Yes there is a problem!

[Office Supplinator flings the carafe right at her]

THIS IS DECAF! THAT IS THE PROBLEM!

[only_one_m]

[CRASH! Coffee dripping down her visor. God this is a weird day. She thinks. She sees she has a cannon on her arm. She doesn't know how to fire it but hey, he doesn't know that, so she points it at him.]

Freeze!

[notfunnyifyouexplainit]

[He stares at her completely unfazed by her armor or the command, or that the cannon is actually trained on him - instead he points at it, eyes narrowing]

Is that thing within the company specifications?