A shadowy room of Korps intelligentsia and administrators looking at a screen displaying numerous captured footage of the young superhero Proton.
"Our data gathering has confirmed he is a quirked up white boy, and field agents have reports of him busting it down sexual style."
A cloaked Korps administrator raises his hand. "But..." He narrows his eyes. "Do we know if he is goated with the sauce?"
The Karen seated at the head of the table, glass of wine held in her hand, finally speaks. "That remains to be seen..."