How was your weekend?
Mine was spent in style of laboratory rat, with poking, prodding, scanning, more poking, testing and a couple extra pokes for good measure.
At least this time it wasn’t just me. Stanley, Michael, Katie, Director Moore and a couple of others were in with me, getting similar (sometimes more intensive) treatment.
I left off yesterday with me in Michaels arms and him stopping a speeding car with nothing but his bloody hands!! (If it wasn’t for the fact I love Katie I’d have jumped him right there, the other agents around might have made it a bit awkward though.)
Turns out the gas we were exposed to had actually affected us in a big way (inert my arse) in that it appears to have given us superpo….
It’s given us superpo…
I can’t do this, it’s just too weird. I can’t even write the words it’s so ridiculous. I can handle ray guns, mind controlling super villains, that weird smell from really old filling cabinet in the corner. This is too far. This is too much….
…also my power sucks.
Michael gets to be all strong, Katie gets to fricking fly!! Director Moore gets to make his own ice for his scotch from now on (okay ice powers suck too) and what do I get. hmmm.
News flash….I ALREADY HAD THAT POWER!
Not just that, but when I’m invisible I can’t see. Not one thing, just black. They gave me some scientific reason for it, (who knew that “If I can’t see you, you can’t see me” actually applied) but all in I think I got the raw end of this deal. I’d rather have the ability to never get food on me when I eat (think about it, it’d be brilliant.)
Anyway I don’t have a huge amount of control over it at the moment which is fine, cause that won’t complicate a family Christmas at all, nor will it inconvenience me in any other potentially life threatening way.
I want a refund… or at least something else of equal or greater value. Like maybe a zune.