I declared, staring down at the mutant I was holding in a headlock. Chirp chirp! My utility belt vibrated with an incoming call. Tightening my chokehold with one arm, I reached for my phone with the other. The mutant growled, then gurgled. I glanced up in time to see more mutants rushing my way. A roaring mass of gray skin, bloodshot eyes, rows of sharp teeth. I would have to make this quick. “Captain Justice speaking,” I said into the phone. “Hiya, Cap!” The voice belonged to Zimmerman, my new business manager. “Is this an okay time to chat?” I took another glance at the horde of bloodthirsty mutants: gnashing shark teeth, claws ripping through the air. “Of course,” I said. Ordinarily, I would’ve let the call go straight to voice mail, but I’d been waiting all day to hear from Zimmerman. A popular chain of barbecue restaurants was expanding into the microwaveable dinner market, and the owners were considering hiring me to be the official spokesperson. I could already imagine my face on all the colorful boxes, looking out from the frozen food aisle.
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