Annoying news? Robbie had lead the cantankerous table down a deserted hallway deliberately, intending to blast it to splinters, and the approach of someone else meant that he couldn't dispatch the demon decor. The hallway's too narrow, and the oak is too thick to risk it with people around.

But then people are threatening to fight the furniture, and the voice is so familiar that Robbie physically and mentally blinks. "Did-"

The desk rebounds off the table and smacks him clean in the face, knocking him back against the wall.

Desk, table, Squirrel Girl, squirrel, Speedball, and balls. So many kinetic energy balls bouncing around the right angles of the hallway that space is even tighter now, but it's much less of a worry. "Are you really using inanimate objects to fight animate inanimate objects?"