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..."

TF2 Soldier attempting to lure out the Korps Overlord:

"Oh hello Smaug, the famous dragon! Nooo, I haven't seen the Overlord! What's that? Nooo I can't think of anyone who'd want an autograph!"

"Oh look it's Falkor the Luck Dragon, What's that Falkor, you're looking for a new best friend? Too bad there's no dragons aroun-GET OUT HERE OVERLORD."

Proton: rears up, about to yell something, but stops

Proton: "Hang on I need to set this up properly for effect."

Proton: "Excuse me" - Yoinks a labcoat off a nearby Korps Scientist, puts it on along with the spare pair of big square science glasses RCGs from the pocket

Proton: "Okay." Breathes deep.

Proton:

"WHAT WERE THEY THINKING?"