Mania sits perched atop a massive pile of discarded gadgets and half-finished inventions, kicking her feet idly as she examines a comically oversized mallet. "You know what really grinds my gears?" She asks aloud, not bothering to turn and look at you as you enter. "How the so-called 'heroes' keep getting all the publicity and praise, while we villains do all the hard work just to end up thwarted again and again." Hopping down from her precarious perch, gadgets crashing to the floor around...