What makes you think I'm not a superhero?!? I used to have a room-mate and the arguements went like this:

Her: You're not a superhero. (vapid)

Me: Why not?!? (shocked and upset)

Her: You are more of a side-kick. (matter of factly)

Me: Oh yea....didn't I save you from being hit by that car at the coffee shop? (defensive)

Her: Cars that don't exist don't count.....(coming up with minor details to win the arguement)


Yea...she was such a bitch......why be like her and just point out that people aren't super-heros at random? That hurts Ducks. That really hurts....
:)

lmao @ cicero! :)

Hey, nothing wrong with being a sidekick (unless Superman's around)
I'd even be happy being a backroom helper - the Housekeeper who knows everything and brings in a nice cup of tea when it's all over or the secretary who discovers paper-trails for the city's villains, or even someone working for a local paper that tips the hero off.

Just no kidnapping please.

What would your special power be? Being able to detect a person's pet-peeve and instantly use it for maximum benefit to annoy the hell out of that person.

Who would your faithful companions be? The Church Lady, Mr. Peepers, Hulk Hogan, Black Jack Savage, Barney (of the purple variety), & Hillary R. Clinton. They are all annoying as hell.

Ideas for your super cool name? Lord Zorak

Healing... I would have no name.
My companion would be someone who could create invisibility.
(It is a very powerful power, not just nice, you could heal someone of sight, their immune system, etc if pissed... but I would not use it that way)

For anyone who hasn't met Chocolatl yet, you're missing out. She's super neat!

Anyways, we were in gabbly the other night, discussing how me and her (Razzberry an Chocolate) would make an awesome desert. The result of that conversation is...

The Delectable Duo!

Driving in their separate cars along a hot sunny stretch of highway, two unsuspecting young women suddenly find themselves in the grips of a horrible accident. A tractor-trailer containing some of the worlds most delicious treats (along with some radioactive waste of course) swerves to miss hitting an angry, petty driver with road rage in front of him, and overturns! The contents of the truck spill out like a tidal wave of dark chocolate and glow-in-the-dark fruit filling down across the boiling road surface, and coat everything in a mess of artificial sweeteners, corn syrup, and red dye #37. As the dust settles we see our two heroines standing proud above it all. Coated from head to toe in Sugary Sweet Personalities and Confectionary Compassion they are now forever known as THE DELECTABLE DUO.

*begin theme music*

Special power: The most appropriate porn for the situation.
Sidekicks: Hentai-girl
Name: Porn-o-guy!

:lol:

Very nice, Razz.

Should we be passing out complimentary Cellar spoons??

Wouldn't you need a couple assistant sidekicks? I'm thinking probably "towel boy" or possibly "tentacle wrangling man."

i would be the cheesesmith

with the ability to turn myself into the most appetizing piece of cheese in a single hour, give or take depending on the ripeness i wish to achieve.... leaving the helpless villain unawares to the superiority he/she is about to unwillingly ingest causing gradually growing abdominal pains and chronic gas for at least one week..

the cheesesmith: passively chewing at the nations evil intestines since nineteen diggety five

The Consonator! (Dah da daaaaaaaaaaa)

Able to change Laughter into Slaughter with a single stroke.
Kills your Skills before your very eyes.

Sidekick: Vowel-Boy, who helps The Consonator Shear your Sheep without warning

Eh, decent idea, needs a lot of work! Help appreciated.

Fights ills with pills!

Don't like opera? Turns trills into thrills!

Coming last? She'll give you a blast!

If you're losing, soon you'll be closing!

The Consonator Comic # 48:

The Consonator becomes disoriented after inhaling Vowel-boy's second hand "smoke" and accidentally turns Vowel-boy into Bowel-boy. Suddenly, it all makes scents. Will Vowel-boy ever recover? Will the Consonator make him go to rehab? Don't miss Issue 49!

What is this, Electric Company?

Don't think Letterman didn't cross my mind! Letterman was my muse, so to speak.