[public video]
Attention everyone! This is a test of the 'Mergency Broadcast System.
[The furious (and maybe slightly scared) eight year old girl on the feed is bluffing, but at least if Daddy sees this video, he'll give her brownie points for creativity, and Mommy won't punish her for punching someone in the nose again.]
I hafta report a robbery. Lucas McCall took my Batman backpack again, but he didn't stop there. Oh no...this time, it had my mermaid Barbie and my Iron Man action figure in it...with the arc reactor that makes the noise an' real life repulsor beams.
[She takes a deep breath, visibly trying to compose herself.]
It was by the edge of the sand pit while I was swingin', an' when I got off the swing? It was not there. So Lucas McCall, or anybody else who has my Batman backpack with my dolls in it...
[She takes another deep breath, but this time her face starts getting red. Get ready, Dark City, you're about to witness the result of Martin-Stilinski breeding: Stella-splaining.
Narrowing her eyes, she lifts a finger to shake into the feed...and starts hollering at the top of her lungs.]
YOU BRING IT RIGHT BACK TO ME ON THIS SPOT IN THE PARK THIS SECOND OR I'M GONNA TELL MY DADDY AND HE'S GONNA TELL MY MOMMY AND ALL THREE OF US ARE GONNA KNOCK YOUR HEAD SO FAR DOWN YOU'RE GONNA HAVE TO UNLACE YOUR SHOES TO EAT DINNER!
[Winded by her tirade, she pauses for a second to catch her breath...then adds as an afterthought...]
Oh, and I think I got kidnapped to Gotham City or something? So if I could talk to Batman or Wonder Woman or the Green Arrow or a policeman that knows them, I'd 'preciate it.
[And just like that, Stella Martin-Stilinski flashes everyone her mother's sweetest smile.]