The trip home is a little bit of a blur, your mind wheeling over the ramifications of the day's events. You park your car in your driveway and stagger into the kitchen, collapsing exhausted into a chair.
"What a day!" you mutter "I'm a Super all right, but no spandex badguy whupping for me!"
With a dejected sigh you kick open the fridge next to you and reach for a beer... then stop.
Something the doc said to you just clicked. What was it? Or rather what just triggered that thought? Did you just see something in the fridge?
You scan the shelves but see nothing except milk, eggs, some cheese and a thawing turkey joint that...
"Oh my!" you say, realising that was it. The doc said you could stretch a lot everywhere and your digestion was more efficient and worked only on dead organic material. Somehow your subconscious had latched onto that and you just know, are absolutely positive, that you could swallow that turkey joint whole!
You reach in and pull it out (though you still don't feel super strong yet as you heft the weight of it) and sit it in your lap. It's still a little cold, but no longer frozen at least.
Can you really manage this?
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