today, oh hear me herald of manwe! today i partied with miss priss, the t-rex formally of queens & now queen of hotlanta. we rolled on the pussycat, we pounced on dusk. see how the paper tigers of manhattan trembled? it is there way (servile as they are!) also, we collaborated (i was the "brains" & she the "deep pockets") on a present for messire raven "cosmic boy" face. boy did he flutter jolly-like to be so well though of. there was some kettles stewing, but they were quickle defused by agents long wise to the game. cipher, cipher. lets just say: "he's the hamburger helper glove. & he's fucking pissed."
post script: so yeah i beat superman by virtue of forfeit, by dint of out living him. its still a win.