“Cincinnati Man! Cincinnati Man! Do you think I could get your autograph?”
“I’m not ‘Cincinnati Man,’ kid. That name was cooked up by the newspapers. Now get lost, I’m not signing anything.”
“But you’re the coolest! I still remember how you smashed Mechiguana and the Reploid army!”
“I didn’t smash them, kid. The Omni-Suit smashed them.”
“If you won’t sign an autograph, could you at least fly? Or smash something?”
“Kid, I gave the Omni-Suit back as soon as I didn’t need it anymore. I didn’t–and don’t–want to be a hero. I did what I had to do, and the only things I smash these days are the faces of people who won’t give me my space. So move.”
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