Invite Starslip in.

Doing her best to remain semi-stoic, Fonzie spun around in her chair to face Starslip, surprising the blonde. The crime boss then reached out her index finger and made a "come here" gesture. She watched amusedly as Starslip gulped hard before phasing through the window and touching down onto the floor in front of Alfonso, the young heroine’s fists balled up tightly.

"...So, my arch-nemesis, to what do I owe the pleasure of your arrival this evening?" Fonzie inquired.

"I...I don't know," Starslip lied, rubbing her arm, voice lower and softer and less brimming with confidence than usual.

Fonzie sneered. "Yes, you do. Just say what's on your mind."

Starslip's violet eyes narrowed, glaring a hole through Fonzie's head. The mob boss was sure she wanted to do something, likely violent based on how tightly she curled her first, but watched as she soon relented, and instead replied "...I hate you. I hate everything you do to this city, to its people, to everything you touch. You're everything that's wrong with this city."

Alfonso rested her cheek on her fist, smiling wider. "Ooh, you flatterer, you. Please, go on."

The Purple Paragon looked away, embarrassed. "I've tried for so long to bring you down for good...and every time I think I've got you, you get away. And it made me so mad, because the longer you're out here, instead of locked away where you belong, the more damage you do. The more people you hurt. The more this city is tainted with greed, and ****, and prostitution, and—"

Tammy fought the urge to roll her eyes, having listened to the blonde go on and on. She knew that, if she let things continue like this, she’d have to listen to Starslip blab on for the rest of the night. As such, she elected to instead help the young heroine get to the point.