*With a crackle and a faint odor of ozone, a portal opens to disgorge a red and orange ship that hovers just a couple feet off of the ground of the Nexus. Rising from a hatch in its top is Samus, vacsuit clad, eyes blazing. She hops easily down and begins pacing. Her lips work soundlessly, her hands clenching and unclencing as she grapples with
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*Her eyes flash with a fury that would be more at home in a star's heart and, like that fusion fire, is best admired from light-years distant.*
--had the gall to imprison my prey and lecture me about the hunt!
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Unless I missed something along the way, the person you're pissed at isn't even from Earth.
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Besides, can you honestly say that you've never looked back on something you did and thought, "You know, that was really incredibly stupid"?
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*She sighs.*
No. The Kryptonian intervened.
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