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"Okay, tell me how you defeated School Marm, or at least where she's presently."
Plastique Gal - at her 5' 11" form, brunette and bespectacled - said "Jennifer, she's hanging out. Cooling down."
"Don't know what that means."
"She's tied by rope to barn rafters, standing on a block of melting ice."
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Upon reflection, Jennifer and Plastique Gal had much to be nervous about. They had defeated a supervillain named School Marm who had been using a remote-control-like device in her combats against superheroes. When she used it, ethereal creatures called Scold Trolls would attack her opponent's cell phone, further amplifying the Trolls' power. The Scold Trolls had the ability to go as far back as the phone was old, and find anything - any information - in the phone, and by assimilating this information, create an overwhelming sense of guilt in the victim. During this time of shame, School Marm had the ability to easily hypnotize the minds of people with their weakened mental defenses.
Plastique Gal learned of her specific situation during combat. When she found School Marm, Gal had only been carrying a burner phone given to her by Jennifer's assistant. The Scold Trolls had no effect upon Plastique Gal as a result.
The part that unnerved them both was what School Marm volunteered without prompting. A billionaire named Fernando Igspay had asked her to hypnotize a few superheroes. School Marm didn't like the idea of having to do someone else's bidding, so she initially refused the offer and released her Trolls upon the billionaire. What she discovered was that while Mr. Igspay admitted aloud of many matters throughout his life that would be considered unethical, or even downright disturbing, he felt no guilt for having done any of them.
Jennifer said "The villain to end all villains."
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Afterwards, Plastique Gal said "I got other plans, Jennifer. Take a bus back to your hometown."
"Come, Gal. We can get to know each other instead."
"In what way?"
Jennifer said. "Here's how we'll do it. I ask you a question, and you answer. Then you ask me a-"
"Yes, yes, I get it," Gal said. "Go ahead, shoot."
"Well... hmm... you have an unusual origin story. You're an alien. What planet are you from?"
"Earth. I'm from Montreal, Quebec. Y' know, Canada."
"What?"
"There was a misunderstanding with the mass media coverage when I began. I'm a legal alien-"
"Still, foes and fans must have enjoyed thinking that you were an E.T." Jennifer smirked.
"Correct. It's my question time. What else you know about the billionaire Fernando Igspay?"
"Well, pardon my French-Canadian, but according to press reports, Fernando Igspay thinks his shite doesn't smell, and his flatulence doesn't fester."
"You are a bit amusing, and that compliment is coming from a perpetually teed-off person."
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"It's been a trying time, @decafsoada. Plastique Gal is seemingly one of those harsh, vigilante types. Let us revert back into a-lot-less-disturbing mode. Cherry-on-top.... Fine, be that way."
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