I used to be a super hero. I retired. Now I'm just patiently knitting in my armchair and waiting for a knight minus his armour to saunter by. But since that's taking such an awful lot of time, I make do with Mr. Toothbrush. Who, by the way, is quite the gentleman. Complete with a purple cape and a pigtail.
The 60's. Groovy HappYness. Take me Home.
I was an ant in my previous life. A black ant. A happy black ant.
Then someone stamped on me and I died.
From what I hear, there were a lot of people at my funeral.