>My personal mental image is, one Saturday morning, waking up late,
>stumbling into the shower and not realizing what the hell happened
>until suddenly the handles for the shower were not where she expected
>them to be based on muscle memory, followed by a not-terribly-panicked
>call to her sister for an emergency sweatsuit and some underwear.

There's an episode of Night Court in which the rest of the gang visits Bull the bailiff's apartment, where they discover that all the lintels have a slightly jagged cutout in them where he's smashed through them with his head, and that all his furniture is cast concrete.

>This may not be what happened, but how many people do you know who
>require either a shower or caffiene for the ol' flywheel to spin up to
>operational?

Her sister was probably utterly blasé about it, too. "I've been wondering when that would happen. Only you could have your Origin in your sleep. Oh well, at least your mutant power isn't Destructo-Ray eyes or exploding with the energy of a thousand suns or something."

--G.
"Bull! I want to be your love slave!" "Say, that is good news!"
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