‘Superman! I’m so glad you're here – there’s a mugging going on! You have to help!’
In his blue body-suit and red trunks, his cape swishing in the breeze, Superman carried on walking.
‘Superman? Didn’t you hear? Someone needs help!’
He stopped, grabbed the man by his collar and hoisted him against the wall.
‘I don’t know who you think I am pal, but I’m not him’ he growled, swigging from a bottle of cheap wine.
Superman looked up and saw a thuggish looking man running down the street clutching a handbag.
‘Christ, he's fast, isn’t he?’ he exclaimed.