“I wonder why this new surgeon is working out of a boxing gym,” Superman thought to himself.
“Now it appears that a few parts had to be put on layaway, but I’m sure we can work around it,” the doctor said.
“Parts?”
“Well, you know, some unimportant stuff. Nothing to worry about,” the doctor assured Superman.
“So when this is done I’ll have pecs of steel, right? heh.”
“What’s that? ….ohhh yes! Of course. Pecs of steel, sure!” said the doctor as he took the final swig of his martini.
Superman felt his eyelids growing heavy.
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