I was trying to sleep.
Operative word: Trying.
Unfortunately, my bedroom window's shattering inward made that impossible.
As I slowly opened my eyes, I heard a moan from the floor near my bed. "Man…that was a good punch…!" someone male then said before I heard the shuffling sounds of said someone getting back up to his feet.
Oh, no! Not again…!
I turned to gaze on the FIFTEENTH — Yep! Count 'em, folks! FIFTEENTH! — metahuman this WEEK to be bashed or blasted into my temporary apartment here on this world that would have given metahuman control activists back on MY Earth nightmares for the rest of their lives.
"'Wok-Man?'" I asked.
He, at least, had the courtesy to look sheepish.
"Sorry about that, Mister Loon," he said as he gave me a shrug. "I'll fix it later, okay?"
I sighed. "Don't bother. I got it," I told him. "Go have fun."
He blinked, and then grinned. "Thanks!"
And with a whoosh!, he was flying out the window to rejoin whatever fight scene he was involved in.
Shaking my head, I reached over to tap the controls of my helmet to have it play We Built This City so my powers could repair the damage to my apartment.
Hopefully, I'd be able to get some more sleep before the NEXT clown came to visit…
…and I hoped to God it wouldn't be Nasty Girl.
What the HELL was it with the females on this planet and their wanting to date me anyway…?!
Operative word: Trying.
Unfortunately, my bedroom window's shattering inward made that impossible.
As I slowly opened my eyes, I heard a moan from the floor near my bed. "Man…that was a good punch…!" someone male then said before I heard the shuffling sounds of said someone getting back up to his feet.
Oh, no! Not again…!
I turned to gaze on the FIFTEENTH — Yep! Count 'em, folks! FIFTEENTH! — metahuman this WEEK to be bashed or blasted into my temporary apartment here on this world that would have given metahuman control activists back on MY Earth nightmares for the rest of their lives.
"'Wok-Man?'" I asked.
He, at least, had the courtesy to look sheepish.
"Sorry about that, Mister Loon," he said as he gave me a shrug. "I'll fix it later, okay?"
I sighed. "Don't bother. I got it," I told him. "Go have fun."
He blinked, and then grinned. "Thanks!"
And with a whoosh!, he was flying out the window to rejoin whatever fight scene he was involved in.
Shaking my head, I reached over to tap the controls of my helmet to have it play We Built This City so my powers could repair the damage to my apartment.
Hopefully, I'd be able to get some more sleep before the NEXT clown came to visit…
…and I hoped to God it wouldn't be Nasty Girl.
What the HELL was it with the females on this planet and their wanting to date me anyway…?!
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Spoiler
Canadian lighthouse to U.S. Warship approaching it: "This is a lighthouse. Your call!"