The train this morning seemed to be overrun with unemployed superheros. Cleft chins were EVERYWHERE. Usually a butt-chin is quite rare to see and makes my day as I daydream about what color spandex underroos they might be wearing under their mild-mannered suits, but seeing that many superheros in one spot made me worry. In one single subway car there were FOUR butt-chins this morning. Something bad must be going down in the super villain world. They are completely slacking in villain-ness. Perhaps I'll become a super villain just to even things out a bit.
I would be a superhero, but my office doesn't have powerful enough scotch tape.