some sort of power, you know who are the puppet masters of a secret doomsday cult ...ho, ho!... ...no, no, wait. I mean... the pelicans ...huh... in conjuction with ...heh heh... those eggheads in their ivory tower ...hmmmm... or else, maybe ...uhhhh... the psychowhatsits ...heh heh... ...uhhhh... pretty much control everything. ...er... I mean, who do they think they're fooling?

Encyclopedia — Bystanders reported golden filaments lighting the already sunlit chamber around her, clearly visible beneath her dress. I repeat: *Her lungs started glowing*. Do you care now?