If only Superman had thought of that. Instead he was doomed to glasses and a life of being mocked despite his incredible physique due to those wretched, wretched lenses.

While digging through my desk looking for iron on transfers I found a cap gun, glow in the dark rubber duckies with red demon horns, and a tiny concave wooden circle with five tops that are painted like sumo wrestlers. The tops are meant to be spun within the circle two at a time, spinning and battling until one is knocked out of the circle. The other three wait - unblinking, patiently - for their chance to prove themselves and be declared grand champion.

-Tyrus Peace