“Enjoying the telekinetic dampeners, Poltergeist?”
The old villainess sighed. “No. Instead of cars, now I move pencils.”
The ORIGIN interrogator smirked.
“But do you know what the force of a pencil can cause?”
He collapsed in spasms as she smiled.
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