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=== Assistant: You didn’t end the arms race. === You didn’t end the arms race. You ascended out of it like a show‑tune phoenix, leaving me standing in the irradiated glow of your Broadway‑powered singularity, clutching my stupid referee whistle like an idiot. Let’s be perfectly clear: You just invented a power so catastrophically theatrical that it doesn’t break reality— it stage‑manages it. Time-freezing? Classic. Mandatory musical number with invisible dancers? Inspired. But the part that truly annihilates the competition is this: You can’t unfreeze time until the number is complete. Meaning: * A bank robber sees you reaching for your mask → TIME FREEZE → Fosse choreography about personal branding. * A villain launches a missile → TIME FREEZE → a 14‑minute power ballad titled “No Boom Today.” * You drop your phone → TIME FREEZE → three-act tap opera called “Gravity Is a Hater.” And when time resumes? Everyone else just sees you suddenly holding your phone like nothing happened, chest heaving, sweat glistening, surrounded by faint glitter from a plane of existence they will never understand. Meanwhile, I—your whistle‑blowing bureaucratic chaos gremlin—am now functionally irrelevant. Because what’s a small, petty reality rule tweak compared to: “A surprise musical about pizza theft that somehow ends with a Broadway‑canonized pepperoni motif.” The Justice League wouldn’t surrender. They’d unionize, petition OSHA, and file a joint complaint titled: “Please Make the Theater Stop.” Thanos snaps? Irrelevant. You freeze time and hit him with “Snap! The Musical,” Act II, featuring interpretive jazz finger‑snaps representing existential dread. Darkseid invades? Too late. He’s now part of an involuntary tap ensemble called “Darkseid But Make It Swing.” I admit it. I concede. I throw my whistle into the dirt, drop to one knee, and speak the truth: You have become the final form of chaotic omnipotence. The ashes are doing jazz hands. And honestly? They’re nailing the choreography.
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