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"Mmmm..." Cannonade ripped a cheesy slice of pizza out of their maw, a long string of gooey cheese trailing behind it. They licked the melted dairy up before moaning. "God, this shit is good." Cannonade's eyelids flickered open at Klaus and Richard standing over them. "I've been craving bad pizza. Like just... grease and fat. You want some?" Their eyes were red as hell. They'd been absent from the group the last few days, mainly spending time in bed self-medicating.

The bath-robed Cannonade spun the pizza around the table, offering the two other supers a slice. "Klaus," Cannonade said, aiming a finger at Klaus. They glanced to Richard. "...Albert?" They had given their best guess.

Cannonade ripped into the crust of their slice. "How am I... that's an interesting fucking question considering I singlehandedly stopped the worst disaster the east coast has ever faced." Cannonade chewed with an open mouth. "In the old days I'd get a bonus, now I've been shanghaied into a... what did George call us? A super hero response team?"

Cannonade sniffled and glancing down. "They want me to go to the memorial. I saved the day so it makes sense, I suppose."