I had no control over where I was born! :)

…being efficient.

He’s never had PIZZA?

Does a candy pizza count? I’ve eaten a few of those.

_{A rare jewel. I like that, I really do. :)}

I wish I had some cheers left! ROFL!

no spider senses or ‘sticky hands’, he can’t control the weather, he doesn’t have a cool cave to hide his identity (probably…), he doesn’t hide metal in his bones, he doesn’t turn green when angry, he’s from a country where lukewarm beer is tolerated and people serving that will not (!) be shot on sight, he probably speaks like a poof in the movies (that’s a stereotype folks, not a homophobic remark!), he’s not even the half son of a deity or even a demigod, he’s from Luton Airport so what does that mean?, his name is extremely generic and doesn’t tell you anything about him really, he can’t jump a half-mile worth a damn and on top of that he always leaves the toilet seat up.
English bastard.

Other than that, he’s okay.

leap over…

_{damn I think that is in the contract that I am not suppose to talk about certain things}

I don’t need telekinesis because I have armies of adoring fans to move anything I need moved, if I run over to the fire house I can borrow x-ray and heat vision, and I can fly – admittedly only straight down, but, you know, it’s better than nothing.

_{Do I hear a Toy Story quote hurtling toward me? ;)}

just come on over. Traipsing around pubs, looking for one particular watering hole, sounds like fun.

It was on silent, and not in my pocket, so you didn’t make me vibrate.

Problem solved – it’s back where it belongs, all ready to give me a shakin’ good time.

it wasn’t a question of quantity, it was a question of… specifics. I know there’s stuff wrong with me, I just wondered what everyone else would say. It seems my biggest problem is not being Spiderman, and coming from the wrong place.

_{What’s focaccia? I hope it’s something obscenely biological.}

My Dad’s from Manchester, can I claim to be semi-northern?

You’re right about the Pringles though, but I’m only following orders. They say “once you pop, you can’t stop”, and who am I to disobey?

Wearing my grammatical head, I can read what you say as meaning that there is something wrong with me, but that I shouldn’t expect other people to know what it is.

I’m totally stoked that you remembered my cute feet. Oh, and I consider being twisted one of my best traits.

I’m way behind, but I’m slowly catching up.

1) You’re right. Unless I convert my loose change into Zimbabwean dollars.
2) You’re right.
3) I do! LOL!
4) You’re right again. Damn.
5) Hmmm… Pygmy cobblers in the foothills of the Mourne Mountains… it’s a possibility.
6) I have! Good, good movie. Towanda!
7) You’re right, and I’m glad you’re right.
8) Maybe, maybe not. I may have done when I was a kid.
9) You’re right. It’s one of the greatest regrets of my life.
10) You’re right. What’s more, I don’t think I’ve ever won any kind of award.

Nice going, George. :)

that’s not playing fair. You weren’t supposed to say that, you were meant to at least call me a lunatic!

or have you been reading my medical notes?

Well spotted!

Perfect? Moi? No way! You flatter me. :)

_{btw, I didn’t so much lose my hair, as tear it out in frustration. ;)}

My quartermaster tells me to say “Yes, please”, followed by “Ta very much”.