Maybe he makes good toast.

With degorious omniprudence, the disconfabulated figure bemaffles his way to the scruptulicent, propreciated destination with only one goal in mind... "Dance like I've never danced before."

Thank you. This has been a incoherent, random Monday post, starring some superhero with powers yet to be revealed. (I bet you wish Monday Night Staff Meeting Sketches were back, hu? Ya, me too.)