So I walked into a bar one day and noticed a fair-sized crowd gathered round the pool table. I went over to investigate and nearly fell over seeing Superman doing trick shots for nickel beer. “What are you doing, man?” I said.
Superman looked at me and said, “I’m shooting pool and making folks happy.”
“But you’re so much better than this.”
Superman looked around. “My fans love me. Look how they cheer when I sink a ball.”
“These folks would cheer grass growing, dude.”
Superman fell silent, seemingly debating whether to toss me out.
“Come on big guy,” I said. “Let’s go realign the planets or save Timmy from the well.”
