The Superhero Do you even know how much superheroes get paid? Jack crap, that's how much! Oh, but you help people and make the world a safer place. That's great and all, but I still have to worry about paying rent; I've already had my electricity cut off three times this year already. I currently live in a crappy two room apartment with scenic views of a hobo peeing across the street. I work two jobs as well as saving the world. I sleep only one-to-two hours a night and I'm about read turn supervillain because at least then I'd have an awesome hide out and the ability to rob a bank guilt free.

Devil On My Shoulder: Steve There's a devil on my shoulder named Steve, he's been sitting there, light as the fluffiest feather since I was 5 years old. He was a present from my dad, the big S himself, to make sure I never strode into the path of goodness. This would have worked of it wasn't for the fact that Steve is a big old softie. He's all sugar, spice and everything nice, just tell my dad otherwise Steve will be thrown into purgatory and this isn't no place for a devil such as Steve.