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=== User: I’m not escalating. === I’m not escalating. I’m ending the arms race with a tactical nuke made of pure clownery. Final Form Superpower: I can pause time for everyone except myself… Ridiculous catch: While time is frozen, I am physically incapable of doing anything except perform an elaborate, Broadway-style musical number about whatever I was planning to do when I unpause time. Full choreography. Jazz hands mandatory. Backup dancers appear out of nowhere (they’re invisible and intangible to everyone else, but I still have to work with them). I cannot unpause until the song is finished, the big finale note is hit, and I strike a dramatic pose. Examples of what the world will witness when time suddenly unfreezes: I wanted to steal the last slice of pizza → eight-minute tap-dancing spectacular titled “One Slice to Rule Them All,” ending with me in a pizza-box crown while confetti cannons blast pepperoni-scented confetti. I wanted to sneak out of a boring meeting → time freezes, lights dim, a fog machine appears, and I belt “I’m Leaving (But Make It Fashion)” complete with a 12-person kickline of phantom dancers dressed as briefcases. I wanted to confess my undying love → the entire planet gets treated to “You (Yes You, the Cute One Reading This)” in the style of Andrew Lloyd Webber, featuring a 30-second key change and me being lowered from the ceiling on a heart-shaped swing. You blow your whistle and declare that all dragons must wear tiny hats? I freeze time, turn the moment into a full West End production called “Hats Off (Literally) to Love,” complete with dragon backup dancers in top hats doing the can-can, then unfreeze so your dragon instantly materializes in a feathered fedora mid-chorus. We are no longer a superhero duo. We are a walking apocalypse of forced theater and fruit-based Tourette’s. The Justice League wouldn’t fight us. They’d just surrender and beg for the sweet release of death. Checkmate, whistle gremlin. 🎭🍍 The chaos stadium is ashes. We are the ashes. And the ashes are doing jazz hands.
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