leans forward, gesturing excitedly Being a Superhero, one of the first things you gotta do is… figure out what you want the people to call you.

pauses, scratches temple with a finger, then chuckles You know, I started out—well, let’s go with the power, right? But… Forehead-Ray-Disintegration Guy? throws his arms out with a fake dramatic pose That was too long! I couldn’t yell that every time I went out to save someone.

sits back, shaking head You walk up to a Supervillain, you’re like, “STOP! It’s Forehead Ray Disintegration Man!” points sharply and grits teeth And by then—snaps fingers he’s already bolted!

leans back in his chair, arms folded, eyes scanning as if recalling the memory So one day I’m having lunch, right? Just sittin’ in this little joint—Ralph’s Diner. I’m desperate, man. Haven’t got a name yet. Got the powers, got the suit, but no name. That’s like wearin’ a tuxedo to the prom and forgetting who your date is.

So I’m lookin’ around… “Fork Man!” Nope. “Spoon Dude!” holds hand out like a ladle Uh-uh. “Banana-Cream-Pie-Throwing Man!” makes a flinging gesture and mock explosion Nah. “Black-and-White-TV Guy?” Lame. “Menu Mench?” What even is that?

shrugs dramatically, then brightens Then I see it. points two fingers like a gun The place mat. Right there. It says Ralph’s Diner. And I think—“Diner Guy!”

pulls back with a grimace But no….If I’m “Diner Guy,” it sounds like I only protect diners. Like—villains rob a bank, and I’m like “Eh, not my jurisdiction.” Only if someone messes with pancakes, I’d show up!

laughs, then straightens with an “a-ha!” spark in his eye But then it hits me. Diner G… Dynaguy! That fit! That worked! Had a good ring to it. Y’know, like Dynamite! Dynamo! Dynamic! counts them off on fingers Even Dinosaur! They all sounded powerful! Real strong! And I thought—claps once that’s me.