Fourteenth murder

[doesntpoop]

[Hey, if you pass 725 Anderson Lane, you will see a pretty young woman who seems to be dressed in a lab coat that is too big for and some crappy toy goggles that she bought from the toy shop. She is standing on the roof of her house. She has her arms spread out and a comically maniacal grin spread across her face]

Mwahahaha....with this special

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[doc_furcoat]

[Well he's on the same street so, it was hard not to hear this. He'll be standing in front of the house... sparkling, looking bored at her little display.]

Well christ, where is Superman when you need him?

[doesntpoop]

Superman? Ha! He is no match for my power, you worm.

[doc_furcoat]

What are ya made outta kryptonite?

[He'll light a cigarette and drag on it slowly before tapping a bit of ash on the sidewalk.]

Though poisonin' everyone sounds kinda fun. Might even make the town nice an' quiet fer a day. Ya doin' yerself too?

[doesntpoop]

Poison myself? Mwahahaha...Why would a supervillain need to poison herself if she is going to rule this town?

[doc_furcoat]

Did ya catch the bit I said 'bout makin' the town quiet? Ya, yer part a the loud bit.

That's why.