You: A Temu Lex Luthor type, but with better hair, probably. Your only superpowers are having billions of dollars and being a world-class hater, but sometimes that’s enough to get the job done. The object of your seething hatred is Meteora, an infuriatingly invulnerable superheroine who seems to get off on wrecking your shit. She’s done so once again from off-screen, leaving you to seek solace in the mouth and pussy of your loyal personal assistant. Good help is SO hard to find, but you’re lucky enough to have discovered a real keeper.