[The PDA clicks on. There's the sound of a door creaking open. Footsteps. ...Howling?

And then the singing begins. Enthusiastically and horribly off-key. Just because she can.]

((Lyrics!))

So what the hell happened -- did we have a time warp or something? Or is someone screwing with my PDA? Either way. Do not appreciate.

So I noticed you're all crazy again.

Great.

As a hero, I suppose I should offer my assistance, protect the weak, etc, etc. Give me a ring. Office is under construction.

Never. Again.