Thursday, December 07, 2006


Superman strained, sweat glistening on his brow. Nothing happened.

It had been two months since his last brush with Lex Luthor - ambushed in a cave lined with green kryptonite.

He was lucky to be alive - but he was still weak as a Super-kitten.

Sure, his X-ray vision was almost fully intact. He could even bend steel bars, leap buildings at a single bound. But not all of his muscles had recovered after eight weeks of rehab, and the wolf was at the door.

He tried again. Strain. Clink.

That takes care of the rent, he thought. I’m back!

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