So, you know how when Bruce Wayne was a kid, he got attacked by a flock of bats that left him with a lasting fear of bats that he eventually harnessed in order to become Batman? Well, after yesterday, I believe that there very well may be four new superheroes, each named "Waspman" in the future. It's just what happens when four kids --ages five and under-- upset a large swarm of wasps. With an average of 14 stings per capita, and three hours of howling to wake the dead, I am adamant that my nephews will some day be wearing tights and fighting crime. There is no other way.
So, Nekoda, Kayden, Jackson, and Zackary, I look forward to you saving me from some giant robot death ray several years down the road. Until then, store that trauma away and let it fester.
That's right... Let this fuel your nightmares.
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I wonder if any of those wasps were radioactive...
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Trauma brings about greatness, I always say. Okay, I don't really. But I'm going to because it sounds cool and makes me feel better about traumatic things.
Scary picture.
Sounds like an unhappy day with the Asays. :( Too bad. I hope they are better soon.
Ah, but they are missing the other key component to becoming superheroes: dead parent figures. I don't imagine you wish that on them. Also, to be a superhero without actual powers, you must be obscenely rich. But hey, there's still some hope. Maybe they'll be the exception.
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