Frank, The Furious Fist of Justice.
Hi my name is Frank and I am a mother fucking superhero. I am the fucking shit, you should see me man. I’m all like KAPOW and ZAZZ. This one time I saved the world from the second coming of Jesus. Now, I did get criticized for that. But to my defense, does anyone remember the first time? Has nobody seen The Passion of the Christ? We just beat the poor guy up for 2 hours, FHL. It got pretty bloody. Now, I’m no superhero genius; that would be my neighbors power (p.s. huge douche bag), but aren’t riots and public executions a bad thing? ANYWHO, so this is my life. I can beat up life 50 thugs at a time bro. Also, I got a d-ray, it shoots death, LITERALLY; I don’t know what the d stands for though. But who gives a shit BECAUSE EVERYONE CAN use superpowers. Ha na, that would be lame…or would it?
The phone rings, “ring ring, ring ring.” Its all like. I look over at my alarm clock sitting on my drawer. I blink cause its all like hard to see.
“Holy shit, dude it’s the mayor!” Mayor Seven screams into the phone.
“Bro, holy crap it’s like 3 in the a m. Both of us should be sleeping!?” I’m all like.
Then he’s all, “there’s like almost like um nine Hulks destroying the city!” Now I’m totally freaking out that you got BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORGED!
