You can make it work. Come on! Come on, what's the point in being a major supervillain if you can't redefine gauche?

[ She draws her arms up to sheild herself from his poorly executed assault, but it's too late: a scattering of weaponized glitter sprays into her mouth and she sputters, the overdramatic effect ruined by the underlying gurgle of laughter. ]

Hey! Asshole, sparkle isn't in my brand —