Do you get joy out of crushing people's fake hopes and dreams? Maybe I'll come up with a new combo, maybe I won't... maybe the power I choose is wishy-washy procrastination.
You gotta find a different title for your deranged superpower. Current title you've assigned is drivelish.
Being old and shaking my finger at young whipper snappers...oh wait, I already do that. Flatulence? Nope, I already have that one down pat too. Well damn, i guess I'm already "super". Lol.