The pants turn an eerie electric yellow, the color of some sugary kids' drink, and your surroundings glow as if under blacklight. You realize this must be the precise color of sheep that androids dream about.
Your prismatic sports bra turns an energetic chartreuse. Little electric sparks start popping off of it and disappearing into the air.
A deft series of twists lines up all of the green squares on the puzzle. That side of the cube glows with a sickly, stomach-roiling bile green.
Because your day is night alone, and you feel like letting go, your axe bursts into the music for Brainwave's "Everyvillain Hurts." So hold on, hold on, because every villain hurts, sometimes ...
You start bopping in place to the music only you can hear. It gives you some great money-making ideas, you just need a mark to hustle.
You paint a soothing aquamarine landscape. You could just take a nap right now... shame the femticore keeps trying to make you move.
Floyd's prism splits the darkness, bathing you in a relaxing shade of black. You'll need some information first, just some basic facts once you've shown the femticore where it'll hurt.
So delightfully prismatic~