OMG ... a cry for help is heard. Up in the sky a bright circle of light shines on the low-hanging clouds. Is it the famous Batman bat? No. It's the sign of the phallus. This can mean only one thing ... Dicksbro, Super Hero is once again being summoned by a fair damsel in distress.

Checking first his emergency supply bag ... yes ... K-Y Gel; reconditioned condoms from TRTPS; a six pack of Fosters .. a six pack ... where did that go ... how can the rescue mission go without ... okay, there's a bottle of White Zin ... that'll do.

Next, the white mesh muscle shirt; the green tights (donated by the cast of "Robin Hood-Men in Tights"); the bright yellow pouch; and the Nike air-cushioned shoes. Looking into the mirror, DSH mutters to himself ... "I've got to get a new tailor, this looks ridiculous."

No time for that now, it's to the rescue vehicle; where, after a quick run-through the car wash (Super Hero rescue vehicles must always look spiffy ); Dicksbro plugs in the fair Jennaflowers address into the autopilot and off he goes.

The crowd down below the speeding vehicle looks up in wonder ... "Is it a bird? Is it a plane? Is it Superman? NO ... it's a huge prick inside a hot dog bun! Huh? Oh yeah, it's Dicksbro, Super Hero!"