Saving the World: A right? Or a Privelege?
I was sitting in my lair the other day, pondering my job. As a superhero, yes I am a superhero, it can be wonderful to have that feeling of power that everyone's life could hang in your hands. However, it can also be rather...well tiring.
Now many of you may be jealous of my incredible strength, breathtaking intellect, chiseled good looks, and bulging biceps...but in reality...I am just a normal boring person, much like yourselves.
But where does one draw the line? When will the super villains stop trying to kill my aunt may? Why won't the boy of my dreams ever have me except for risky meetings in the rain down back alleys just to kiss me upside down? And when will I be able to confess everything and anything?
Now trust me, I don't take saving the world for granted; it is quite the wonderful task. But how would you like it if your every day cubicle job were to suddenly change into beating the crap outta guys wearing masks, flying from building to building and having to save little babies out of burning houses all the time?
Yeah...that does sound pretty kickass your right.
Plus I get to wear a cape.
Hazaa off I go!
...oh what I dream up at work...
Now many of you may be jealous of my incredible strength, breathtaking intellect, chiseled good looks, and bulging biceps...but in reality...I am just a normal boring person, much like yourselves.
But where does one draw the line? When will the super villains stop trying to kill my aunt may? Why won't the boy of my dreams ever have me except for risky meetings in the rain down back alleys just to kiss me upside down? And when will I be able to confess everything and anything?
Now trust me, I don't take saving the world for granted; it is quite the wonderful task. But how would you like it if your every day cubicle job were to suddenly change into beating the crap outta guys wearing masks, flying from building to building and having to save little babies out of burning houses all the time?
Yeah...that does sound pretty kickass your right.
Plus I get to wear a cape.
Hazaa off I go!
...oh what I dream up at work...