"2 supervillains sexy te détestent ! Humilatation et écrasement !"

I sent you a superformula in the post, hoping to live long enough that way to see you kick the out of the world. What I never expected was for you to share it with Kate, and you've both slaughtered billions between you. The USA is a wasteland, Africa is under the ocean, and much of the UK is broken and shattered. Kate enters the room, dressed in the black catsuit, hair and makeup however she wants.. maybe gloves too? She's come in as if coming to exterminate yet another plaything she doesn't like the look of. She looks at me with complete disdain and hatred as she walks up and grabs "my neck" under the camera with one hand (swearing at me with the other). Suddenly she stops, looking at me strangely before laughing and running off. A few seconds later she drags you into the room wearing perhaps the black body suit? After some initial confusion you realize who I am and join in with her laughter. You're both amazed I didn't when you first came to the UK, you both demand I tell yo.....