[ WP ] Everybody made fun of you in hero school because your superpower was `` free refills , '' but now you discover it has bigger implications than anyone realized .

Though I'm on the Stupendous Force, I'm not really a superhero. Mostly I keep the lights on at the base, keeping the fusion batteries topped up, refilling Alchem-Miss's potions from empty bottles after they've been used, that sort of thing. 
 
 I ca n't contribute too much to battles, but I'm an invaluable member of the team. Bringing me with on almost every mission has probably saved us millions on fuel costs. Money that Tinker Tory's put to good use with a few new inventions, like that Sticky-Beam that probably saved hundreds of people when it stopped the Golden Gate Bridge from falling apart. 
 
 But I do n't fight in battles, and I do n't get into it with supervillains. 
 
 Not until the day Dr. Impossible unveiled his Indestructible Orb. Some sort of machine within a sphere of literally unbreakable glass, two halves held together with stasis-locked seals. 
 
 It was basically the hamster ball from hell, and packed full of all sorts of weird machinery. 
 
 Half of the team he just ran down, the Orb's primary drive using the ball it was contained in as a wheel. 
 
 Somehow the thing had been made so that the mad doctor could fire lasers out, but nobody could fire in. 
 
 Those blasts downed just about anybody who was n't gifted with some form of invulnerability, resilience, or regeneration. 
 
 The rest of the team? He'd scouted them all, had weapons and tactics individually tailored to bring down each and every one of them. 
 
 The next available super team were still at least an hour out, leaving Dr. Impossible an uncomfortably long amount of time to pilfer Paris's La Facilité pur la Avancement et Recherche de la Technologie for magical artifacts, alien weapons, and who knows what else. 
 
 I'd been watching the massacre through Tinker Tory's little camera drones in the belly of the Stupendous Jet. 
 
 I could n't do anything. I had a superpower, but it was basically useless. The only thing I could do was refill things, and only then in normal, logical ways. 
 
 Attempting to fill an empty wallet and bank account never worked, neither did trying to fill an empty bed with a hot date. 
 
 Then in his gloating, Dr. Impossible brought out a bottle of champagne, poured himself a glass, and gave a toast to inevitable world domination. 
 
 He threw it back and drained it, and the moment he did so, I refilled it, hitting him in the face. 
 
 He sputtered and staggered, knocking over the bottle, just as I'd hoped. 
 
 I started refilling that too. With the bottle and the glass horizontal it kept spilling out as fast as it could be put in. 
 
 The constant flow made the champagne bubble, and the bubbling made pressure build, which sent the carbonated fermented grape juice exit the bottle even faster. 
 
 After about five seconds I had myself a literal bottle rocket cascading around the inside of Dr. Impossible's Indestructible Orb. 
 
 Fizzy boozes was pouring out of the bottle at firehose intensity, and I'd managed to wedge the thing into a corner of the ceiling. 
 
 Electronics do n't like getting wet, and in less than thirty seconds most of Dr. Impossible's machinery was dead. 
 
 I kept it coming. In a few minutes the Orb was 75 % full, the pressure within increasing rapidly from the carbonation and the percentage of carbon dioxide in the air rising just as rapidly. 
 
 The mad doctor had the choice of suffocating and drowning inside the orb, or deactivating his magical teleportation-blocking pendant and using his personal teleporter to escape. 
 
 The supervillain wisely chose not to literally drown himself in drink and appeared liquor-logged, coughing and gasping about 10 feet in front of his vehicle, all his wonderful technological weapons short circuited. 
 
 `` Curse you!'' he shouted, fists raised the the heavens, `` Curse you, whomever you are! Dr. Impossible will not rest until...'' 
 
 I refilled his mouth with champagne, causing him to spew half of it into the air and choke on the rest. 
 
 `` I will hunt you to the ends of the GGGRRRRBL!'' 
 
 I did it again. 
 
 `` To the ends of...'' 
 
 This was REALLY fun. 
 
 `` STOP FILLING MY MOUTH WITH CHAMPAGNE YOU WRETCHED CUR!'' my nemesis screamed to the air, quivering with rage. 
 
 `` You may have won this day, but Dr. Impossible will never be humiliated! I will see everyone and everything that you love drown in a river of blood and...'' 
 
 And then I hit him with my good ol 1-2 punch. The way I'd kept people with actual superpowers from picking on me back in hero school. 
 
 I refilled his bowels and bladder. 
 
 The world's most dangerous supervillain had just messed himself on international television and seemed to have no intent of stopping any time soon. 
 
 The maniacal ranting ceased immediately, replaced by an incredible reddening of the face, and a squeak of `` Oh my god.'' 
 
 Just for giggles I filled his mouth with champagne again while he fiddled with the settings of his personal teleporter to get himself the heck out of Paris, and off to somewhere else where he was n't sharing a skintight, primarily white bodysuit with an untold amount of filth. 
 
 After that Dr. Impossible could no longer appear in person without sparking humiliating barbs directed towards him regarding his bodily functions as well as being dubbed `` Dr. Incontinence.'' 
 
 I permanently weakened the world's most dangerous supervillain with nothing more than the power of free refills.
