Beyond the WHIZ studios magic-powered superheroes scream down the boulevard.  The talking tigers groom their tails in rearview mirrors and the boy reporters try to look so hard.

I dunno. It smells like a death trap or a suicide rap to me. I’d advise Billy to get out while he’s young.

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