The worms go in, the worms go out.

The worms go in, the worms go out.

Sometimes the worms 'do the worm'. Dennis Rodman

'did Carmen Electra'. "Yeah right", I said, "He also did Double Team, so what's your point?"

"'did Carmen Electra' is my point," he retorted with an eye roll. I threw up my hands and

tried to pull the hand brake on the train. Instead I accidentally grabbed a snake charmer's cobra which had gotten out. It hissed, I screamed. I pointed it at

the archaeologist climbing up the side. "Bang, bang!" I said. The venom immediately blinded him. I didn't expect that to work. However as we careened down the track to the cliff

Burton memorial service, he could feel Death creeping. But I was happy to trade an archaeologist's life for knowledge of my powers. Who would I telekenetically poison next?

I longed for more superpowers, since poisoning at a distance turned out to be no fun at all. I wished to see the result of my actions right in front of me, so I decided to acquire

one of those hand buzzer thingies from an online novelty store. At the next blockbusting supervillain-superhero showdown, I gave Grumpy Granny from the Geriatric Four some joy

in the form of gluten-free geritol. Then Daddy Longlegs, one of the Original Beatniks showed me up with a giant snapping clam. My lesson: Bring better ammo to be a showman.