“Sorry, your powers aren’t up to our standards. To make it up to you, we’re giving you the power of flight.”
Christ, where do I sign up for tryouts? I have the power to… see the visible light spectrum.
Yeah.
That’ll do it.
But what is it you will learn that is such hard–
You know what, nevermind. I’m sure I don’t want to know.
I call shenanigans. It is explicitly a flea-market-eating flea, you should not be able to bait it with Twinkies.
Unless of course Twinkies are somehow made from ground up flea markets.
Which is not entirely outside the realm of possibility…
I lie awake at night wondering what possible sequence could have precipitated a man bludgeoning a woman with a pig carcass while insisting it was her idea.
Even discounting the possibility he’s actually Satan, having someone without pants leap screaming through your bedroom window seems adequate cause for concern on its own merits.