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August 9, 2007

Michele: Final Words

You spend six months trying to force me into retirement, send me off with a gold watch and a shitty pension, now you're crying for me to come back.

Sorry guys, I ripped that "S" off my chest the day you made those damn teenagers your heros. I warned you. Don't trust the fate of the world to some kids, superpowers or not. But noone listens to an old man. What do I know? I'm just the guy who saved the world from some villains.

Now you want me to finish the job those kids couldn't.

Fuck you. Superman's dead.

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