Brute: HEY!!! LET GO OF ME!

(Brute manages to shake off Angel's arm from hers)

Brute: I can walk y'know. AND I can fly.

Angel: If you insist...

(The two walk downstairs to the Plutonium's living room, full of green furniture and pictures of Brute with her father.)

Brute: *while looking around and twitching her eye* Oh, this is sooooo creepy...

Angel: You should have thought of that before you wished...

Brute: I DIDN'T MEAN IT!!!!

(Opp. P overhears his daughter's shouting and comes into the living room (from the kitchen to check up on her.)

Opp. P: Brute, sweety, what's with the shouting?

Brute: DAD!!!!...