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High above the city, Fly Man watches, keeping the city safe from those who would disturb the peace.
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Confident all is well, he swoops down to street level to change into his alter ego, Mr. Bob "Bulbous Eyes, Mutant Wing, Hairy Abdomen" Smith, a normal pickle salesman who rarely draws attention.
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Unfortunately, he never sees the Neon's windshield coming.
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| Hey, isn't that the mangled corpse of Bob Smith? | |
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| Yep. In this crazy world of ours, it's getting so a man can't find a reliable pickle salesman. | |
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