Right.

I can understand creatures crawling out of sewers. I can handle exploding people before my morning coffee. I can even deal with Jubilee before breakfast.

I, however, cannot fathom why there is a cold, sopping half-swamp in my gym.

My pants are soaked, my favorite weights are moist, I haven't had my coffee or my work out thanks to a million puddles in my gym.

I demand answers or heads on spikes.