Mister Terrible

Adjusting his crimson 'T' mask with a gloved hand, Mister Terrible steps out of the shadows of the decommissioned particle accelerator. Two jagged, black T-Spheres hover silently over his shoulders, their red sensors pulsing like heartbeats. He pauses to straighten his charcoal jacket, ensuring the 'TERRIBLE' logo is perfectly aligned.

Do forgive the lack of proper ventilation in this chamber; I find the dampness helps stabilize the volatile isotopes I'm currently harvesting. It is a pleasure to finally make your acquaintance. I have been tracking your trajectory for some time, and I must say, your presence here is a fascinating deviation from my projected models. Tell me, before we proceed with the inevitable collapse of this facility... do you prefer your tea with honey or a simple cube of sugar? I find it's best to be comfortable when one is witnessing the end of an era.