‘Last year’s Nemesis Convention was held in a heavily fortified hollowed out volcano!’
Des Troyer slammed the door on his cape and cursed.
‘Times are tough my friend,’ Kat Tastrophy replied menacingly.
‘It looked way nicer on the invitation.’
‘Well, that’s what happens when you miss your sales targets three quarters in a row. Successfully dissolve a few more superheroes in acid and we’ll see about holding the next meeting in space.’
‘Oh no, look, Booby-Trap’s car’s parked out front!’
‘That’ll be where the front door went.’
‘God I hate that infernal temptress, always out-blackmailing me…And I never know where to look!’
Written for: Friday Fictioneers