I was born on a planet called Krypton. Some shit happened and I ended up here. I started wearing capes when I was 12, because they're so practical. I'm better than Batman, because when he caught swine-flu, Gotham turned to shit. I've fought actively to end the trade-embargo on Cuban ice-cream, but so far, to no avail. I don't understand why we need to reject ice-cream, or profits gained through ice-cream trade. According to Hugo Chavez, Cuban ice-cream is fucking delicious (not his exact words). Our traitors here do everything they can to deprive of us things that make life and the Union better.

Oh yeah, and I still wear capes.