As the sun dipped below the Eiffel Tower, casting a warm, golden glow over the city of Paris, Super Dupont soared through the evening sky with a chauvinistic glare. With a bottle of Bordeaux in one hand and his cape fluttering behind him, he descended upon a group of awe-struck tourists gathered on the Champ de Mars. With a mischievous twinkle in his eye and a very thick French accent, he toasted to their enchanting city, proclaiming, "Ah, Paris, the city of love and très bon wine, mes amis!"