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[tweaker]

[No, that's not Eminem. That's Jesse Pinkman, just two years younger but looking more like ten years younger (because the meth business will really do a number on you).]

Yo, okay. Maybe you guys can explain something to me, 'cause I been trying to be all open-minded about this shit but I'm starting to get the feeling I'm on an episode of Punk'd or something.

Help me out: If superpowers are real, how come I don't fucking got any?

I been trying, you know? Not jumping off any buildings to see if I can fly, 'cause I'm not retarded, but like... If we're in Comic Book Land now, I feel like I oughta see some evidence, yo. Where's the TK? Where's the laser eyes? Do I gotta go radioactivate my ass first? Somebody point me in the direction of the nearest toxic waste dump.

Come on, don't tell me I'm the only guy having this problem around here.

Comments

[coppelganger]

Invisibility.

[ She doesn't even have to think about it. ]

What about you?

[ricin]

Shit, uhh... Flying. And rewinding time. You know, 'cause then you're never wasting any. Fuck around as much as you want and still get shit done.

[coppelganger]

Shit like what?

[ Because no offense, but this guy doesn't look like his days are full of productivity. ]

[tweaker]

[Accurate assessment.]

I dunno! Like anything.

[coppelganger]

Work? That sounds like hell, to be honest. More time to party, though, that'd be nice.

[ricin]

Yeah, why not? Hell, I bet you could make all your money running scams or making bets or something, with that kinda power.

[coppelganger]

You could. If you had invisibility, though, you could just take the money you wanted.

[tweaker]

Damn... Yeah, rob banks and shit. Nobody'd ever find you.

[coppelganger]

Yeah, exactly.