For years on end, man has wanted to fly. They tried so many experiments such as gluing feathers to themselves and all sorts of weird crap. Some even jumped off cliffs thinking they cracked the code...well they cracked something, wasn't the code though. Anyway, man had achieved flight when the Wright Brothers had created the flying machine known today as the plane (screw what they first called it, I'm not a historian and I'm not researching it). But I...I don't want to be inside a machine whilst flying. I just want to be able to lift off the ground whenever I want when ever I say so. Oh the joy of it. The things I'd do.
Hmmm, what the hell would I do? I'd take a trip around the world and see it all when I like, how I like...of course screw that crappy super hero stuff, if anything I'd be a super villain but that's for another time. I'd pick up all the hippies I could in a basket (I'd automatically get super strength too cause I'm awesome) and then fly over the deepest depths of the ocean. After scaring them for a little while threatening to drop them into the deep blue, I'd tell them I was joking, start flying back to shore and then "accidentally" lose my grip. HA HA HA, ooooooh I can be cruel can't I? Damned hippies. MAKE WAR NOT LOVE! That's my motto.
I would have so much fun, no more walking for me, oh no. Flying, floating, gliding, hovering everywhere and everywhere I go. And that's everywhere. I'd be rich, oh so rich, I do tricks and gimmicks, and scare the crap out of absolutely anyone I wanted to. I'd be a big meanie
Oh and superman is a god damn hippie!
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