[There's no point in hiding what he can do here, and he knew it'd come to this. That's why the fake name had been a good idea.]

[Peter holds up a finger and then starts stretching like an old man.]

One sec. I didn't get a chance to stretch yet after all this started and I've got a bad back.

[Those are definitely some old man stretches going on there, complete with old man grunts.]

Thaaat's the stuff.

[A water cooler scrambles into view in a long hallway ahead. Peter suddenly runs forward in a surprising burst of speed, shoulders down, lots of power in his run, and flips over a multiple jets of scalding water that the cooler shoots out. He's definitely a little teensy bit stiff, but he's stiff in the way an aging Olympic gymnast might be when they can still do a whole floor routine and mostly kill it on the parallel bars.]

[Then he kicks off a wall and kicks the cooler into another wall so hard it breaks into two separate, very shattered parts. The cooler jug is so broken all the water suddenly just pours out on the floor. The other half struggles a few times to move and then stops.]

[Peter stands there for a second, looks over to the side in the hall, sees a non-animate, yellow "caution: wet floor" sign, snags it, and puts it down on the wet floor, with great courtesy. (Someone running away from one of the animated office supplies could slip if they're not careful.)]

[Then he gestures at the entire tableau with a slight flourish.]

I can do that.