My Cardboard Balcony

Browful by Belinda Roddie browful of questions, making silly gestures, drinking pots of chemical reactions from a test tube, two test tubes, three test tubes, lined up on a kitchen counter. questions like why does this taste funny and what's wrong with this coffee and why do my eyebrows seem to be growing rapidly and turning into furry writhing serpents on my perturbed face

“With our powers combined, we shall rule the – ” “Question.” The newest supervillain, Viper Victor, sighed loudly and pointed at his might-be-new-but-already-reconsidering-it sidekick. “Yes, Rob?” “What if our powers combined isn’t, well, quite enough?” Victor breathed sharply through his nostrils. “What?” “As in the chemical reactions that result wouldn’t…” “Stop it, Rob.”