“May I offer you a crumpet before you depart?” Gloria taunted as the man before her struggled in his restraints. She leaned in closer so that they were cheek to cheek and took a long and exaggerated bite of crumpet in his ear. “Heavenly,” she whispered, “just like you’re about to be.” She walked away cackling as her hench-goons surrounded him with guns drawn. Gloria was fond of a bit of crumpet.