God, don't be such a baby. I don't remember you asking my permission when you used that ray gun of yours to turn me into the girl of your dreams. Power Girl, really? I thought you were more mature than that. And I thought you were smarter than to try to touch my super-boobs. No matter how a woman is dressed, her body still belongs to her. So, no, I'm not going to apologize for using my heat vision to vaporize your little toy. You gave me this body and these powers. Now deal with the fact that I'm in charge now.
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