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  Thug 1: "Whoa! You got her?"

  Thug 2: "Hmmmmffff!!"

  Thug 1: "What's the matter, Dave?"

  Thug 2: "(coughs) Her hair... it's trying to suffocate me!"

  Thug 1: "Just hold that rag over her lips. Farrah Fawcett here is just about finished."

  Thug 2: "There we go. Have a nice nap, sweetie."

  Thug 1: "Whew. That babe's got a nasty right hook."

  Thug 2: "(glares) You just had to ask if there were any more supers coming, didn't you?"

  Thug 1: "How the hell was I supposed to know?! At least they showed up one at a time."

  Thug 2: "Yeah, if they ever learned to coordinate they could've taken us out, easy."

  Thug 1: "It's so weird. They way they were struggling as we took 'em down."

  Thug 2: "It's not that crazy when you really think about it. Most of these women have superpowers or high-tech gadgets. They're used to being in a position of power. They're used to being in control. So to have that power suddenly taken away from them, by force... I think it excites them."

  Thug 1: "So you're saying that supers enjoy being defeated?"

  Thug 2: "It's not that simple, Sheldon. I think there's a part of them that does enjoy it and a part that doesn't. At their core, I believe most supers are decent, highly-motivated women. But they also have fantasies - dark, sexual fantasies they can't share with anyone else. Why do you think they struggled so much when we chloroformed them? It's like their mind and body are constantly at war with each other. Their mind is begging them to resist, to break free and pound our faces in. But their body is starting to get excited. It likes the feeling of being overpowered, of being defeated by a couple no-name thugs, helpless in our hands. And eventually those dark thoughts, that hidden fantasy overwhelms her mind as she slips into unconsciousness with a weak moan..."

  Thug 1: "Wow, Dave. That... that's deep, man."

  Thug 2: "Yep, those community college Psych classes are really paying off."

  It's hard to tell what put Duster to sleep: the chloroform, or the half-baked philosophical musing of two random thugs

  Duster is the property of the one and only

Curia is the property of the incomparable

  Star Spangled Girl is the property of the stupendous

  Amazon Arrow is the property of the amazing

Description
  Thug 1: "Whoa! You got her?"

  Thug 2: "Hmmmmffff!!"

  Thug 1: "What's the matter, Dave?"

  Thug 2: "(coughs) Her hair... it's trying to suffocate me!"

  Thug 1: "Just hold that rag over her lips. Farrah Fawcett here is just about finished."

  Thug 2: "There we go. Have a nice nap, sweetie."

  Thug 1: "Whew. That babe's got a nasty right hook."

  Thug 2: "(glares) You just had to ask if there were any more supers coming, didn't you?"

  Thug 1: "How the hell was I supposed to know?! At least they showed up one at a time."

  Thug 2: "Yeah, if they ever learned to coordinate they could've taken us out, easy."

  Thug 1: "It's so weird. They way they were struggling as we took 'em down."

  Thug 2: "It's not that crazy when you really think about it. Most of these women have superpowers or high-tech gadgets. They're used to being in a position of power. They're used to being in control. So to have that power suddenly taken away from them, by force... I think it excites them."

  Thug 1: "So you're saying that supers enjoy being defeated?"

  Thug 2: "It's not that simple, Sheldon. I think there's a part of them that does enjoy it and a part that doesn't. At their core, I believe most supers are decent, highly-motivated women. But they also have fantasies - dark, sexual fantasies they can't share with anyone else. Why do you think they struggled so much when we chloroformed them? It's like their mind and body are constantly at war with each other. Their mind is begging them to resist, to break free and pound our faces in. But their body is starting to get excited. It likes the feeling of being overpowered, of being defeated by a couple no-name thugs, helpless in our hands. And eventually those dark thoughts, that hidden fantasy overwhelms her mind as she slips into unconsciousness with a weak moan..."

  Thug 1: "Wow, Dave. That... that's deep, man."

  Thug 2: "Yep, those community college Psych classes are really paying off."

  It's hard to tell what put Duster to sleep: the chloroform, or the half-baked philosophical musing of two random thugs

  Duster is the property of the one and only

Curia is the property of the incomparable

  Star Spangled Girl is the property of the stupendous

  Amazon Arrow is the property of the amazing