Once there was a man. He shat himself daily. He is very irrelevent. His mother's sister's maid's aunt's lawer's father-in-law's brother's friend was the one and only Sir Lame Fish. That man screwed himself and died. Sir Lame Fish, however, was a great and mighty warrior. He wrestled with the terrible Fluffy Ducks of Gummyland, he laughed at the Rabid Koalas of Fredland, and he also slayed the terrible 3rd Grade Teacher of the 3rd Grade. But Sir Lame Fish had now wrenched himself away from being the heroic knight and had settled down to become a local Super Hero.
By day, Sir Lame Fish was a goldfish repairman, known as Pete Fish, but whenever trouble arose, Pete would herocially rip off his exclusive repairman overalls to reveal an awe inspiring hero outfit, bright irridescant blue with gold, white and red trim. He had chiseled abs, buns of steel and thighs to rival tree trunks. He also had a bath plug lodged in his left ear and a small bulgarian capsicum growing in his right foot.
Now on this particular day Pete was repairing a sad little goldfish when he heard a shriek, a cry, nay a scream coming from down the street. He ripped off his overalls and hid them in the nearest banana peel and ran herocially down to the scene of the crime. He arrived just in time to see a woman yelling,
"Help! That guy stole my purse!"
Never fear, Sir Lame Fish is hear!
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