David laid in bed sleeping as he had been through a long day at school as well as long nights the previous days due to fighting crime. He was breathing deeply as he was in a deep slumber due to being just so terribly exhausted. Though the one thing that always had the power to wake him up was now blaring on his bedside table. In the dream he was having it was being created by a strange trumpet bird but as his eyes slowly opened he saw the flashing screen of his high tech watch and heard the beeping telling him there was trouble in town.
"Ugh, who is it now," he mumbled as he navigated the watch's interface.
A fuzzy feed from traffic cameras downtown showed him that one of his arch-nemeses was busy flipping cars and busting windows of shops in order to get inside and rob them. He was fairly big and incredibly beefy. Most importantly, though, was that he was dressed in tight workout shorts and a very snug tank top that barely covered his belly. It was Macho Man working up a sweat and no doubt some farts as well.
"Guess I better go take care of that..."
With a sigh he hauled himself out of bed with a yawn and stretched. He scratched at his large crotch before going over to his closet to start pulling his suit on to get ready to fight the man downtown.
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