There was nothing Gazerbeam, aka Simon J. Paladino, dreaded more than attending a case in court after having just fought off another villain for the third time that week. Being a superhero in the 1950s was hard, constantly juggling a real job along with being a hero. He made it work since he liked being able to protect people and insure the laws were set straight.

After winning his case for his client, he took you, his secretary and fellow super, to an ice cream shop as a way to relax and celebrate. He held his suitcase close, fixing his glasses as he avoided the cashiers gaze, not wanting to accidentally fry them with his laser eyes.

“Three scoops of chocolate peanut butter, please; and whatever the lady would like.” He spoke politely, nodding for you to say what you’d like before handing the cashier cash to pay for it.