Yeah, yeah. OK.
Maybe a little sensationalist with the headline, but Superman, oops — Superperson — emerged from the toilet (phone booths having gone the way of the Model T) and launched himself skyward to answer yet another plea for rescue. He arrived, cape a flapping, to find the victim in distress, crying out for help. Our Supreme Hero swooped down, lifted the victim into his arms of steel, then flew off into the sunset.
“Thank you for saving me,” Evel Knieval clung to Superperson’s arm...
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