Yes, my name is really Superking. I was doing my usual thing the other day of hookers and coke (fishing and soft drinks), when a shark bit my face and took my memories.

My body was hauled back to a research facility in space after being found 24 hours later (and pronounced legally dead 24 hours after THAT), and the head-science-guy (he was wearing a bloody apron that said 'Kiss Doctor Science') said 'We can rebuild him; make him better, stronger faster.'

After the operation, I watched every piece of media in the history of science and imprinted my life and memories around it. So the doctors called me Superking, saying my old life of mediocrity was over, and my new life of writing internet comedy and kicking people in wheelchairs had just begun.

Anyway, that's how I saved Pentecost.

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