The dairy cooler erupted in an explosion of superheated milk and flying sticks of butter. Shopper began screaming and running. The lights flickered on and off. A shape loomed out of the smoke.
Gert and Chase had ducked behind a display of sumo oranges.
"Crap! Supervillain!" Chase said. "And my fistigons are at home! Did you bring your dinosaur?"
"We're in the middle of a supermarket!" Gert hissed. "Trying to keep a lot profile! Do you THINK I brought my dinosaur?"
"I guess not. Geez, we're the only two without any real powers. Why don't we bring along one of the others, again?"
"Because then we couldn't commit grievous displays of sloppy public affection without getting ewwed at?"
"Yeah, good point." Chase crossed his arms. "So what do we do?"
"Look, much as I want to fight for good and all that, we ARE the ones with no powers of our own. Maybe we should leave this one to the professionals. I hear Squirrel Girl is in town..."
The dust began to clear, and with a whir of engines, a bizarre figure floated forth. It was almost all head, with puny little arms and legs poking out from its sides, and the mechanical suit it was encased in featured an array of high-tech double-reinforced military-grade shopping baskets.
"Puny humans!" the creature declared. "Quail in terror, for your pitiful supermarket cannot hope to stand against M.O.D.O.S.--the Mental Organism Designed Only for Shopping!"
"You know what?" Chase said. "I bet we can take this guy."
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