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Megasuperguy CYOA P4
-Megasuperguy darts through the sky at light speed and lands at the front steps of the Slacksburg television station.
Porkman! I know you're in here. Show yourself!
-He bursts in through the double doors.
-The lady at the front desk sits, staring at Megasuperguy, slack jawed. The nail filer she was holding falls from her fingers. Megasuperguy walks up to the desk.
Hi, I'm here to see Porkman. Can you tell me what studio he's in?
-The secretary stares blankly at Megasuperguy.
So the evil Porkman has ordered you not to talk, I see. What did he do to you, threaten your family? Cut out your tongue without anesthesia and properly sanitized equipment?
-The intercom clicks on the secretary's desk.
It's ok, Mary, send him to my office.
-Mary points down the hallway.
Second... Door on the uh... left.
-Megasuperguy floats to the door and reaches for the handle.
No, your other left!
Megasuperguy CYOA P3
Which button should I press? Damn this complicated machinery in all of its intricateness! You mock me with your indeciferable design and your flashing lights...
-Meganormalguy looks at the radio that the manager gave him, then back to the panel of buttons.
I can not call the manager for he will think I am incompetant. But I can not also push random buttons because I might destroy the sensitive machinery. What is a superhero to do?
-Meganormalguy removes his glasses and picks up the two pieces of heavy steel. His eyes shine bright and instantly two red beams of heat shoot out of his eyes and onto the beams, connecting them together permanently. For the next 2 hours he welds the pieces of metal together with the beams from his eyes, carefully putting them back on the production line where they were.
A TV is on in the distance and the channel 7 news at noon comes on. While he is in the middle of welding a couple beams, a news flash bulletin comes up
Megasuperguy CYOA P2
-Megasuperguy mulls over the choices. While he is doing this, The Saint Bernard decides to make a sandwich.
-10 minutes later
Yes! Three choices... But taking rewards is out as it goes against every grain of moral fiber I digest and I couldn't stand moving in with my mother again so I shall get a job!
The Saint Bernard
(from the living room holding a remote watching TV)
Yeah great, you do that...
-The next day, 8:30 AM
-Megasuperguy is dressed in a full gray 3-piece suit, complete with glasses and a fedora. As he hovers down the street, he keeps his eyes open for a job that is worthy of his intellect and dedication to humanity.
(thinking to himself)
So... The mayor's office has banned me from their premesis and the police laughed at me for wanting to be the cheif of police. "No experience" my aunt Fanny! Hey, I wonder if this is how supervillians are formed?
-After a few more minutes of hovering, Megasuperguy spots the Slacksburg automobile factor
Megasuperguy CYOA P1
-At the Megasuperhideout, an apartment at the west end of town... Megasuperguy and his drunken canine friend, The Saint Bernard, are waiting for the stench of evil to sour their pallettes and call them to action.
-Megasuperguy fiddles with the toaster, trying to pull out a burnt piece of toast with a fork. Electricity surges through him but he seems unaffected.
Foul machine! Release my breakfast at once or I'll be forced to dispense fresh creamery justice on you!
-The toast pops up and flies onto the floor. The Saint Bernard walks in.
The Saint Bernard
I see the struggle with evil is going well.
Good always triumphs in the end. Now, pass me the jelly my inebriated canine friend.
-The Saint Bernard opens the fridge door then looks over to Megasuperguy.
The Saint Bernard
We're out of jelly.
What? How am I supposed to defend the common man with just a piece of blackened toast? I must have jelly on my crime fighting fu
Stranger LoveI am not the sunlit wing-print
splayed out on the bedroom wall.
I am not the dark mass forming
in a corner of an airless hall.
I am not the viscous vengeance
where you sink your spinning wheels.
I am not the leaky bucket
hung up on your wishing well.
You are not my soul mate missing
wandering a winter's night.
You are not the sound of angels
singing by a candle's light.
You are not the rasp of fingers
fumbling with a hasp of steel.
You are not the tattered towel
soaking up the things I feel.
I am the oblivious child,
dancing where the wildflowers are.
You are my unwitting captive
lighting up a jelly jar.
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