Felicity was your average seven-year-old girl. Stealing from the local CVS in order to provide herself with dinner every night, learning CPR so she could save her cracked-out mother’s life every weekend, Felicity’s life was nothing short of glamorous. Once in a blue moon, however, Felicity’s mother would give back. After shooting up some heroin with her gas stove, she decided to further relax with a glass of tea. That’s right, she grabbed the 4-year-old bottle of Powerade from the back of the fridge, threw it in a pot and began boiling. Felicity, upset with the idea of having to stomach boiled Powerade, brought her mother some tea bags. “This will probably be easier, and taste better!” Her mother turned her head slowly, and in a fit of rage began screaming at Felicity. This wasn’t anything out of the ordinary, so Felicity simply responded with “you know it’s the truth!” Her mother violently grabbed the pot of boiling hot Powerade, threw it in the air exclaiming. “YOU WANT YOUR TEA?? I’LL GIVE YOU YOUR TEA!” Felicity suffered 3rd degree burns, she fell on the floor and she landed on a stray needle on the floor. Felicity’s infection, hindered by the extreme heat of the Powerade, gave Felicity the infallible ability to decipher whether or not someone is telling the truth. It’s a medical mystery.
Flash Forward twenty years, Felicity works as an interrogation officer for the state of New York. By night, however, Felici-Tea quite frankly kicks ass. Fear not, New York, any manipulative, deceitful, and otherwise powerful villains whom plague the city with destruction and terror stand no match against Felici-Tea. She’s able to print the receipts and spill the tea on anyone who tries to get cute. “But Felici-Tea,” you say, “we all know that your intelligence is unmatched. What about when someone tries to actually fight you?” First of all, Felici-Tea can also fly! Advances in technology exclusive only to the US government allow her 6-inch heels to propel her into the air (… and they also happen to be Louboutins.) With her teapot in hand, Felici-Tea burns her enemies to the same degree that she experienced on that violent night twenty years ago. Her mother’s words always ring in her ear… “you money-sucking good for nothing excuse of a child! Be useful and grab mommy her pipe.” She doesn’t have any sole nemesis, she has too many! Felici-Tea’s sole mission in life is to spare the entire world of the fear and pain she went through every day as a child. She wouldn’t wish such a thing on her worst enemy! … Or would she?
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She can still look cute in spandex. She's appropriating maid culture in all the right ways, and she's always serving face even when she's putting your ass in the hospital.
