[ It's about five minutes after the message went out-Billy isn't wasting any time. Getting to the lot behind his apartment building, Billy fiddles with his jetpack, frowning as he gets the machine started. With a loud roar, the machine started. He put his goggles over his head and punched the switch. BOOM. He zooms forward, going at a fairly decent speed. Fast forward twenty-five minutes and some minutes and this chick in a yellow Ferrari is catching up to him, going faster than he is. Dr. Horrible's logical response? Fly down and mess with her.

Hi there Rikku. You are being buzzed by a man in a jetpack. ]