The slightly awkward silence that had slowly settled back over the room was shattered as a woman came literally flying out of a wall, the opening to the trap door closing almost as quickly as it had opened. Stretch couldn't help but visibly wince as the poor girls head collided with one of the unoccupied chairs next to him, his eyes continuing to follow the oddly dressed girl as she flew across the room in a random path of destruction before finally colliding with the wall in a spectacular display that shot her up into the air. Instead of winding sprawled out on the floor in a painful heap the girl landed gracefully in her seat against the far wall, an amazing feat Stretch couldn't help but be somewhat impressed by. And then she started monologuing her introduction as those in their business tend to do. The rhyming in her opening speech made Stretch Frown-working one heist with The Painful Pun was more than enough to make him swear of working with all literary obsessed villains ever again. They were just so annoying and sometimes downright confusing.
As Mania noisily scooted her way back over to the table Stretch gave her a more serious once over, thankful all the while that his black visor completely hid his eyes. The girl was definitely on the small side and rather eye catching, yet at the same time something just seemed off about her when Stretch watched her. It was like her body was proportioned just a little to well or something equally as weird and obscure-he couldn't quite whatever it was but it still made his skin crawl a bit. The way she energetically rambled on to their mystery benefactor seemed to suit her odd and perky behavior, and then out of nowhere she brought up the Hamburgler.
The God damn Hamburgler.
Stretch could feel his jaw tighten in anger as his already frowning face seemed to sink even lower. It didn't help matters that at that very time it just so happened he was holding an expertly crafted cheeseburger. Quickly he put the burger back on his plate, disgusted in himself for even picking the item up in the first place. Some witty quip about her weird scarf thing that wouldn't stop flapping obnoxiously around the room would surely put her in her place! "Yeah well-" Stretch began only to be cut off by the booming voice of the mystery man in white.
The giant white suit at the end of the table let out a genuine, if somewhat annoyed, chuckle at the end Manias manic introduction and questioning. He didn't bother answering the numerous questions, sure to himself that any attempt at doing so would have merely been interrupted with yet another random question. After giving him the grand name of 'Emperor Maximus Titanicus Giganticus Humongous Mucho Grande Very-very-big-icus DeLarge The Third' he decided that now was the time to give this group of freaks something to call him. When Mania began shoveling cookies in her mouth he took the brief moment of silence to finally answer back.
"I'm sure your a woman of many talents. Now please, call me Mr. E." His thunderous voice rolled over the table as he stared at the pair with kind eyes. "Cleverly" he pronounced his second new name 'Mr. E' as 'mystery', a fact he really emphasized in the wording as if worried people somehow wouldn't get it. Sadly it just made the name come off forced and weird, like a friend trying to convince you that toupee on his head is real hair.