Firestorm: So, what are we doing today, Night Thrasher? Saving Earth from Thanos? Going head-to-head with Ultron?
Night Thrasher: Not exactly. I lost a bet with Captain America....again....so it looks like this week we'll be fighting some chick named "Pretty Persuasions".
Speedball: Funny, I got a lap dance form a stripper named that once.
Night Thrasher: Yeah, well, that's the thing. It, uh, seems that she is,uh....an evil stripper who's super-power is making men horny.
Nova: What? We didn't get that.
Night Thrasher: *sigh* She's an evil stripper. And her super-power is making men horny.
Nova: Huh? Her big, special power is having a nice rack? Do you mean to tell me that I went from protecting the universe from unimaginable evil to beating up a **** who's had a lot of plastic surgery?
Night Thrasher: That''s not all. Apparently, she also has the ability to...Dear God, I can't believe I'm saying this out loud...convert her own orgasms into energy weapons.
Speedball: Score!
Firestorm: I....I think I just threw up in my mouth...
Night Thrasher: I'm sorry, everyone.I wish there was some way I could....like I said, I'm sorry. I'm only a man.
Nova: So how do you suggest we defeat the crazy orgasm lady?
Firestorm: Whatever we do, we've bringing some disinfectant, goddammit.
Marvel Boy: I've got it: We come her to death!
Night Thrasher: Dammit, Marvel Boy, have you been huffing paint again?
Marvel Boy: A little, but that that is neither here nor there. What I'm saying is that we wait until she hits me with her orgasm, and a few hours later I'll bounce it right back at her, thus killing the crazy orgasm lady with her own orgasm. Shakespeare would be proud.
Speedball: Hey, who says that you get to be the one she whips with her orgasm?
Marvel Boy: Because it was my idea. Plus, I'm the only one with enough sexual badassitude to handle it. Why do you think the ladies they call me Marvel Boy?
Nova: Well, I was planning on staying home and impaling myself with my helmet, but this sounds like fun too.
Night Thrasher: Alright, Warriors, let's...I'm sorry, but I can't even muster up a battle cry. C'mon, let's just go before Nova kills himself.
Marvel Boy: And they pay me for this.....