With Great Power Comes Great Responsibility… For About 90 Milliseconds Before You Dissolve

I’m not just an average Tom, Dick, or Harry.

I’m a powerful person. How powerful? Very!

I quit being an average Harry-Dick-Tom

When I was bit by a radioactive nuclear bomb!

Now in my blood a great power is pulsing

And my every finer of being is convulsing

Until, like a hero, I burst into flame

And fly into the air and learn power is lame.

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