Wicked laughter crackled, the kind of laughter that only reverberates through the air when something wicked came about. Standing on the conveyor belt was none other than Alice Marigold, John's 1# evil rival. Her rubbery boots stomped with triumph. The long gloves, fur boa, corset, pencil skirt, and lab-coat-with-padded-shoulders-blouse combo gave her an atrociously flamboyant presence. Dressed half like a pseudo-Goth and half like some demented supervillian, she was a force to be reckoned with.
Fluttering her panda-mascara eyes and licking her painted dark purple lips, she pointed at John and laughed. "So much for John the genius inventor. Way to leave your security so lax you dope, now your inventions will be all mine. All MINE!! Mwahahah!" She inched towards the Source Container, wobbling along the way.
"No Alice, stop! You rascal you have no idea what you're getting into!" John shouted back from the ground.
The flamboyantly dressed sociopath stuck out her tongue and ran towards the scanner, but was was blinded when it's light shone ovetop her eyes. "S-shit, it's too bright!" Her vision was blinded and she fell back, wobbling all the way onto her tush. Before she could recover, John pulled the speed lever and had her pushed directly into the boiling PORN vat, hopefully to her ultimate demise.
"Serves you right bitch. Wait a minute..."
A shiny, rubbery black hand crawled out of the vat dripping with goop and steaming as hot as the vat, not unlike a terminator arising out of pure lava. John gasped. As if she wasn't a real supervillian before, she certainly was now.
