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Just fucking give it up already. Nobody cares what you think. Think whatever you want. If you'd take the time to read an actual novel (except maybe novels based on comic books, assuming you can get past the big words) and learn about writing, you'd under stand literary devices such as parody, satire, and homage. But you clearly don't. This makes you useless to talk to, since you are a complete fucking moron. Why don't you let it go?
You know what? I now WANT that to happen to Superman. I want the Supermonkey and the Superlesbian and the Superamoeba. Just to spite you. And I want all the Silver age stuff back. 100 kinds of kryptonite, Superman knowing everything about his homeplanet to the point of Lois knowing Kryptonian martial arts and delicious Kryptonian cooking secrets. And I want him to be able to throw the universe to kill that damn roach in Superbaby's bedroom while he rocks Superbaby's crib to get him to sleep. All for you, you walking shit for brains retard.
And I'm going to BUY the fucking Supreme TPB and read it and enjoy the hell out of it. Just to spite you.
How do you like them apples, you silly little fool?
