Hugh J. O'Donnell

The villain burst into his head scientist’s office without knocking.
“Do you have any idea what you’ve done?” He demanded.
She arched an eyebrow. She juggled a lot of projects, but freedom from consequences was one of the perks of the job. “Enlighten me.”
“I asked you to supply my army of minions with gravity knives.”
“I did!”
“I meant knives that opened by gravity, not made of gravity! They did considerable damage to my volcano base!”
“Don’t be such a baby,” she said. “Gravity is the weakest of the fundamental forces. Wait until you see my Quantum Flavordynamic Oven!”

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“How’s it going?” She asked in my earpiece. I could barely make her out over the rushing air.
“The Flying Suit definitely works. I’m mostly comfortable and maintaining a relative altitude of twenty feet. We’ve attracted quite a crowd, too.”
“That’s wonderful!”
“But I do have some complaints.”
“Such as?”
“Two things. First, we need to work on the efficiency of this thing. I’m trailing black smoke.”
“And what’s the second?”
“We’ve got to do something about the location of the exhaust port. I know you said the seat of the pants would be most stable, but it’s terribly embarrassing.”

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