Agent Anaconda dropped from the ceiling with a soft thwump, landing squarely on the terrified three-eyed alien trying to hotwire Earth’s moon. With a swift coil and a sassy flick of her tail, she squeezed until the alien squealed like a chew toy. “Unauthorized space noodle detected,” chimed the AIB intercom. Anaconda hissed, tightening her grip. Justice had no hands—but it definitely had scales.
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