Our hero, the supervillain, placed his chrome mask over his face. No fixings affixed the fixture in place, but nevertheless, the damned thing didn't moved an inch. Magic! The metal mask covered the upper portion of the face and the rosy cheeks, but not the mouth. Why? "SMILE!" of course. Oh, and the mask had eye holes too, of course!!!

With his flabby gut overlapping the gnarly workbench, the supervillain reached for a distant conical flask. GLUG! GLUG! GLUG! GLUG! GLUG! GLUG! GLUG! GLUG! GLUG! Luminous toxic waste oozed from his quivering lips and dribbled down his chin. The glowing liquid overtook his dim lamp as the brightest light source in the dank ass basement.

Our supervillain, the hero, covered his eyes to protect them from the frothing concoction's glow--its light was turning this chunky boy's belly totally transparent and flooding the room with blinding, green, hot light.

"OOF!"

As the mixture went from belly to body--the rest of it that is--the light faded somewhat. After a minute or two, light only came from the supervillain's fingertips, eyes, lips, and his junk. But, nobody wants glowing junk, so he'd wisely prepared by putting on an extra pair (or five) of undies to help keep the light down. He wanted to look cool, not fucking weird.