"Damn, damn..damn." is what raced through my mind as I sit bleeding profusely in the alley behind my house. My cape is ripped, and even my titanium-laced supersuit is destroyed. And the one person I didn't want to see, is my next-door neighbor, the shut-in who barely talks to anyone. I look at you with disdain, as I think to myself. "Think of a lie! Be rude! Something!!" Uh...Why are you outside? Aren't you like...a shut-in?