...and by getting ready for the big Nets game tomorrow night, I mean sleeping, but it is highly understandable to get the two confused; one of the most horrendously streched assumptions of superheroes being that the super body of the superbeing has since evolved beyond the mere mortal restrictions and no longer has any need for the likes of sleeping, eating, and bathing (the latter being most extremely false). Actually quite the opposite. After facing the likes of their regular run of supervillians(and working up quite a sweat), the average meta-man would like nothing more than to take a nice relaxing bubblebath (duckie included), hop into their smooth silk robe after drying off and kick back in their recliner enjoying a nice cup of hot tea with just a bit of lemon and honey. But as per the job description there is no rest for the life of a hero. Except of course for the occasional 16 hour catnap in the small red van of one of the heroes...

(But you must admit you too would need your R&R after being pulled from your regular time and space, being shot at by a crazy psychopath with an unnerving obsession for tractor trailers, finding all your friends and family erased and re-wrtitten into reality, running from oppressive and slightly retarded guards, fighting a monsterous beast known only as 'the Wife', being rejected countless times by a countless number of women, and being subjected to various other unspeakably depressing results of living the superhero lifestyle.)

Only, that hero had been up and for the last six hours been trying to wake the other with pokes and prods to various parts of the body (and for some strange reason finding the belly button to be the most effective.)

Finally with the help of the vans cigarette lighter and a strategically placed jab to the rear, Wednesday jumped back to consciousness with a yelp.

Wednesday- Ow! ....My ass! My ass is on fire!

Alex- Oop!

Wednesday pats the small flame on his backend extinguishing the flame as the smoke continues to billow up from the small burn marked into the fabric.

Alex- Well I'm glad to see your awake...

Wednesday-

Alex- Not a morning person I take it? Good, cause it's not morning. It's six in the evening and the game starts at 7:30.

Wednesday- Eh relax kid. We'll get there in time. The stadiums just on the other side of town. Shouldn't take us more than 20 minutes or so to get there.

Infact we've even got time to stop and eat! TO PIRATE PETE'S!

Now it is a well known fact that, while unbearably greasy, fattening, and covered in a mysterious and highly suspicious 'secret sauce', the Buccaneer Burger is one of the most scrum-diddely-umptious burgers on the face of this, or any other version of this, planet. So it is not hard to believe that despite the overtaking and ruling of the world that Chant would allow all the people (but more specifically himself) the pleasure of enjoying such a burger on a regular basis, which might explain how the Pirate Pete Corporation can manage to survive in the world of an evil and tyranical overlord. Even evil and tyranical overlords gotta eat.

The restaraunt stands distractingly tall shaped like a gigantic pirate ship with a sign proclaiming the name 'Pirate Pete' with a cartoon head of Ol' Pete himself winking for all welcome customers to come on in. The small red van pulled into the parking lot and driving round to the drive thru.

Speaker- Welcome to Pirate Pete's, how may I help you?

Wednesday- Yes, we'll just have two orders of Buccaneer burgers one with fries the other with some chicken nuggets.

Speaker- Alright that'll be 7.50. You can pull to the side and pay.

Wednesday- Thank you kindly ma'am.

Wednesday pulls down and picks up his food in the side window. He's finished eating before he leaves the parking lot. (I told you superheroes had to eat)

Alex however eats a bit more slowly due to his stomach being a bit upset.

Wednesday- You okay Alex?

Alex- Wha? Oh, yeah I'm fine just kinda nervous thinking about how we'll be able to pull any of this off...

Wednesday- Oh we'll don't sweat it. I've got the perfect plan.

Alex- What's that? Walk in blindly throwing our fists around risking everything hoping that it all just works out.

Wednesday- Hey, yeah. How'd you know?

Alex- Eh. I'm becoming more and more used to it...