![]() ![]() Not at all.” “Ok that’s fine and all, but I think it would be more fun if you didn’t know what was going on, so how about if you drink it, I’ll drink my other one. So, what do ya say?” “Well, what’s it gonna do?” “Isn’t it more fun not knowing?” “No. I thought you’d know a potion when you saw one.” “That’s a potion? That’s kinda like beer but way stronger.” “I mean I guess, but it really changes reality, whereas booze only changes it inside your head. “Booze? Really? Your solution is that I drink myself into a daze?” “No silly. “Alright, what is it you want to show me?” “This!” Chad pulled a blue bottle out of a box in his closet, holding it up for Mark to see. “Come back to my house and I’ll show you.” Mark followed Chad in his shiny car back to his house before the pair both jogged up the stairs and into his bedroom. But, you don’t have work until Monday, so you have at least the rest of today, tomorrow, and Sunday to do it, and your dad will take care of your other job for a couple days so that’s not even an issue.” “I guess you’re right, man. I can’t just skip out on those.” The two continued their walk out of the school building and towards their cars. You know I have my job, and my other job if you know what I mean. ![]() You know me, and I have just the thing for you to chillax.” “I don’t know man. Chad Anderson, one of his friends from school had a great idea to help lower his stress, if only temporarily, so he could recharge. Granted, evil wasn’t one to wait, so he’d often have to ditch class to fight one of the many people and aliens who made his life protecting the city and world so hard. But by night, he’d have to crush Machine Head, The Emperor, and Universa. During the day he would live as a normal high schooler with friends, crushes, and sleep deprivation. Since the day he first got his powers, his life had been nothing but hectic to say the least. Essentially, he was a real life Superman, but he thought he had the better costume. Yet the most difficult part of Mark’s life wasn’t any of that. Not only did he have to deal with his boss, but he had to go to high school five days a week for eight hours a day, on top of having to maintain grades and do his homework. In all honesty it was probably a reasonable amount, but to the eighteen year old Mark, it was one of a long line of headaches. His boss at the Burger Mart had been working him to death. ![]()
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