“The last few hours had seemed like some weird dream . . . but then she could hear the rowdy audience, and she knew it was real. The audience was shouting at the man with the kettle on his head. There was a short, plump, red-haired woman sitting next to him on the sofa, crying into a wadded-up tissue. “I just don’t understand it,” sniffed the woman. “I sent him to a nice school. Cooked his favorite dinners. Let him watch all his favorite TV shows. Bought him lots of toys. And for what? For him to grow up pretending to be a superhero with a kettle on his head!” The kettle-headed man sprang to his feet and shouted, “I am NOT pretending to be a superhero, Mother. I AM a superhero!” The audience laughed and booed. Then a dark-haired woman in a sparkly yellow jacket shimmied across the stage with a microphone. “Well, Brian,” she asked, “If you are a superhero, what are your super powers? What can KettleMan do? Apart from make lots of really hot cups of tea . . .” The audience fell apart, ex...ploding in laughter.MoreLessShow More Show Less
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