The sounds of frustrated clicking fill the halls outside his private chamber. He was sitting on a multiton asteroid with equipment salvaged from alien and advanced human technology... and they still couldn't get the email server back online.
Magneto slammed his fist down on the table and glared at the computer monitor. "I do not have time for this..."
With a wave of his hand the master of magnetism crushed the mug into a tiny metal sphere.
To: AcolytesUpdates@topica.com
Subject:
Notification of temporary email address
From: "Erik Lehnsherr" magnetboy01@yahoo.com