After the supervillains have won...

The heels of my shoes clicked smartly against the floor as I approached the double doors of the Oval Office.  I paused for a moment outside the doors, checking my hair and running my eyes one last time over the contents of the leather file in my hands, and then stepped through.

"Sir?  I have the latest reports," I called out to the high-backed leather chair behind the President's desk.

The chair slowly rotated around.  I carefully avoided rolling my eyes.  The last intern to roll his eyes at the theatrics of our leader had ended up "volunteering" as a test subject for an Explosive Growth Ray, intended to boost meat production by super-sizing cows and pigs.

As it turned out, the "Explosive" part worked a lot better than the "Growth" part.  I heard that the janitors had to scrub the ceiling down for days before they got it all cleaned up.