The video screen wavered like a staggering drunk, then focused to reveal the camera was on its side, filming a debris strewn floor.
A gloved hand reached out. After another drunken dance the camera settled on its tripod, revealing glass shards across the lab table and a tangle of hanging, sparking wires.
Doctor Horrible's goggles hung lopsided. His lab coat was in white tatters, and his hair might have been disheveled – hard to tell.
"Note to self." Hearing the squeak in his voice, Doctor Horrible cleared his throat. "Note to self. In the future – test the weather controlling machine outside."