"Because... I... They... Um..."

Thunderchord sighed, sparks trailing from his hand as he pinched the bridge of his nose. "The thought popped in your head and you ran with it without ever once thinking about whether it was a good or even a helpful idea. Come on, Nigel, we've talked about this. You were doing so well. Your last three schemes had a purpose that wasn't just trying to see if it can be done. Yes, people can be crushed int giant meatballs, but why should you be the one to do it? How will this benefit you or anyone else?"

"This was a bad idea, wasn't it?"

"A very bad idea. Have you been talking to your psychiatrist about how to handle these kinds of thoughts?"

Nigel nodded sheepishly. "I thought I was doing really well. It should be easier than this, but the ideas always seem so normal and important until you find me and ask why, but it's like I can't even see that it's MSI until then. Even the other heroes who just come in and start tearing things apart don't snap me out of the fugue."

"You are doing well. You're still trying. That's more than we can say about most of the super geniuses who develop Mad Scientist Impulse. And look, you haven't actually hurt anyone yet, not this time. And you mostly stayed Nigel and didn't go into your Science Guy persona."

"That's true enough. Thanks, Thunderchord. Would you mind, if you're not too busy, that is, um... Would you mind helping me dismantle all this? And help get the people my drones kidnapped back where they belong? And maybe being moral support while I call my sponsor and my therapist and my parole officer?"

"Of course. I'd be a terrible hero if I flew away once the drama was done."