With the cry of "Hiyo, Ohio, Toledo, O my O ... " our superhero grabs his clothes which are still just lying around on the floor not doing a darn thing for themselves, slips them on and dashes to the Care Car. Entering, he quickly checks his supply of VMAX.

A look of concern spreads across his face ... fear shows in his crystal blue eyes ...

What can be the problem? Nothing has caused this kind of reaction before. What is it. Is he out of VMAX? Is he suddenly having a negative reaction to all the events of the past few hours. Has he lost all desire for ice cream? Is he planning to sell his stock in Baskin Robbins?

He starts to mumble, "OMG. Therest still 10 pills in thus pouch." The message is clear, that means as much as 50 more hours of erections ... and hundreds of climaxes ... and gallons of cum. Bowl after bowl of french vanilla. And with a loud sob ... "NO FOSTERS ."

Even for a super hero this seems ... ahhh ... exceptional?

This is a question of great import. Looking up at the framed document on the wall of the Care Car, DB reads the world of the "Super Hero's Hypocritical Oath" (no, it really wasn't mis-spelled ) Tears welled up in his eyes. A lump formed in his throat. His tummy feels a gut-wrenching tightening. Almost by magic the radio comes on (the radio is much more intuitive than those damn tights) and a in a rising crescendo, the chords of Neil Diamond's "Solitary Man" fill the vehicle.

"I must go oneth," DB thinks to himself ... gradually coming to attention. "I must sacrificeth for the sake of fair damsels everywhere. Woulds't I fail, woulds't I do less ... nyeh ... tis not my lot in life. Besideth, what the f**k would I do with all those VMAX pills ... jerketh offeth all day?"

The birds outside begin to sing. The orchestra (where the heck did they come from?) begins to play. People stop on the street and look admiringly at the Care Car ... now erect and shining before their eyes. It is a new day! A new day when good will again triumph over evil. Where sexual satisfaction will reign supreme among human emotions.

(Damn, doesn't it just make you teary-eyed thinking about it!)

Even Jenna has come to her door and with words of encouragement. She's heard to say, "Sure go off and leave me with the dishes and mopping up all that gunk I dribbled on the floor."