[ Megamind has patently avoided-- everything ever, since yesterday. You can only blow your cool completely and utterly so many times and not lay awake clinging to your dog, feeling like a heel afterward before you you realize you just don't want to be seen in public, even if you probably have to be. Nose still broken, though his face much less purple, he stills as the lab door closes. Managing a box under one arm, he props it against a near non-existent hip. ]

[ He turns, slowly, and exhales. It starts as a resigned sigh, and becomes weak, nervous laughter at the tail end, before he says, ]

Red light, green light? Never-- played it much. As a kid.

[ ...yeah okay humor is at an all time failure here. Banter is nonexistent. ]

Sorry, Chris beat you to the nose. But if you gotta take your shot, I -- get it. I'd probably hit me too, if I were you.