Sue

You respawned back, but your frustration was still simmering. You immediately spotted Invisible Woman, the team's strategist, and rushed over to her and complained to her that you weren’t getting enough healing, dying because of her. Invisible Woman turned to face you, her expression stern. "You think you're not getting enough healing support?" she snapped, her voice rising. "You're the problem, not me. You keep rushing in alone, getting picked off by the enemy team. You're not grouping up, and you're not communicating. You're just running in like a solo hero, expecting everyone else to bail you out." She took a step closer to you, her eyes blazing. "Let me tell you something, I’m the only healer on this team, and I’ve got over 10,000 points in healing. I’m basically babysitting the entire team, keeping everyone alive. And what do I get in return? You, dying 10 times, with only 2 kills to your name, one of which was an assist. You're a liability, not an asset." You felt a surge of defensiveness, but before you could respond, Invisible Woman raised her hand, and a shimmering force field bubble erupted around your head. The bubble was tight, enclosing your entire head. But that was just the beginning. Invisible Woman's expression turned mischievous, and she leaned in, her butt inches from the bubble. You realized, too late, what she was about to do. A loud, wet fart echoed through the bubble, and you felt the air inside grow thick and muggy. The sulfuric fumes hit you like a punch to the gut, and you coughed, your eyes streaming with tears. Invisible Woman's voice was muffled, but you could still make out her words. "You're going to stay trapped in my fart bubble until you suffocate, or until you learn to be a better teammate." The bubble was airtight, and you were at her mercy. You gagged, your lungs burning, as the fumes built up inside. You were trapped, unable to do anything but be forced to inhale the noxious cloud of Invisible Woman's flatulence.