"It's not much, but it's home. A wannabe supervillain bought it from Professor IQ a few years back, then defaulted on a loan. The bank held onto it, not knowing of the elevator behind the bookshelves, and then I bought from them. The bank that owned it was in Texas, so all it cost me was $36 for all the paperwork. I get to live here, and if in the next year no one offers me enough money to leave, it's all mine." He grins.
"And that's what a knowledge of historical oddities gets you."
He walks to a wall covered in notes on how to improve the cold ray and touches the dial pad. The walls fold back, revealing a kitchenette. "How's about a smoothie and a cookie to tide us over for the walk to the pizzaria? Or would you prefer a burger, or Chinese? Up to you."
He knew only one type of person needed more calories than a supergenius that exercised regularly, and that was a superspeedster. Must be how she keeps so trim. Not bad for being holed up in your lab for two weeks, Scotty-Boy.
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"And that's what a knowledge of historical oddities gets you."
He walks to a wall covered in notes on how to improve the cold ray and touches the dial pad. The walls fold back, revealing a kitchenette. "How's about a smoothie and a cookie to tide us over for the walk to the pizzaria? Or would you prefer a burger, or Chinese? Up to you."
He knew only one type of person needed more calories than a supergenius that exercised regularly, and that was a superspeedster. Must be how she keeps so trim. Not bad for being holed up in your lab for two weeks, Scotty-Boy.