“If you want to be a super hero dahling, you need a fabulous name,â? drawled Don Rialdo Ripaldando, taking a long drag from his cigarette holder. “You need something dashing and brave, something that will make the lady cats go meow.â?
The object of his attention was looking dubiously at his reflection in the mirror, pulling at a pair of red spandex tights. “I was just thinking about going with Herbert,â? he said meekly.
Don Rialdo choked on a puff of smoke, and his eyes flew open in shock. “Good heavens boy, what kind of super hero shall you be? The Protector of Pockets? The Ethernet Avenger? No! I will not allow it! You must be suave, like Don Rialdo! Try again!â?
Herbert sighed, wondering how he got roped into hiring an image consultant. “Lightning McCool?â?
Don Rialdo gave him a withering glance. “Do you drive NASCAR ?â?
“Hm. So that’s a no.â? He had to think like the Don. “Rico Suavamente?â?
“I think that name is too much for you.”
Herbert’s patience was wearing. “Super Man?â?
“I suppose that’ll do.â?