[ There's a little laugh, a remarkably warm chuckle there on the line; when Megamind's 'off stage' he's oddly normal sounding. Less shrill; he smooths into an even baritone. ]

Me? I'm fine. I only sleep a few hours a day, but-- creative frenzies like that tend to be draining. I have a dog as an alarm clock now too, so-- If I haven't been in bed, I've been with Angus on deck... and headed back to bed shortly.

No warnings from the engine room though? Nothing's popped, leaked, cracked, or exploded? This is what they call the 'all clear', yes?

[ There is a jaw-cracking yawn and some shuffling. ]

Looking forward to normality? [ He can't, but surely, she can. ]