So, after the buttocks fiasco, I didn’t think the day could get any worse. I was half out of my fur-lined costume, which was looking a little ratty so I made a mental note to check the old highway for extra fun, when the call came. And no, I don’t have a ‘Possum Phone’. That would be silly. I have a Juke, thank you very much.

The Magnetic Brothers were downtown again causing a scene. Supposedly, they didn’t even have any powers, just a penchant for indecent exposure and a flare for the dramatic. In other words, they were right in my league at this point of my career, the twilight years of my heroism.

I shimmied back into my suit, checked my cache of weapons, made sure the ion drive for the suit’s exoskeleton was running hot, and I was out the door. Since I’d left the stove on, preheating for some leftover pizza, I had to double back. But then I was off, to serve and protect and hide my dissatisfaction with life in conflict.

It’s a living. I just wish I’d paid more attention to ‘supposedly’.