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"Probably a good idea," John says, nodding. "If anything," John says and starts to smile, "you guys could combine your forces and becomes an awesome superhero team."

"We fight crime with glitter, helium, detatchable limbs, and NyQuill? Actually, it might work with NyQuill, that's really strong stuff."

"Sure," John says. "The Nyquil makes them all stick, you shoot the glitter onto them while they're sticky and get them all disoriented and then Rory throws her limbs at them and knocks them over. Well oiled machine!"

Pip grinned. "Well, obviously we're going to need a super genius leader for our well-oiled super machine. Interested? The only drawback is that you have to wear the silliest costume."

"I'm good at idiotic super genius," John says, "and will gladly wear the silliest outfit but it can't have a cape. No capes!"

"Oh come on," Pip said. "It'll be a really smart cape. Girls will flock to you because of this cape."

"Yeah, but I might step on it and trip myself and look like a fool," John argues. "And there will also be no underwear outside the pants."

"Oh, defenite agreement there," Pip replies. "We are a strictly underwear-under-the-pants super group. But someone in the group has to have a cape. It's in the super-group rules."

"Okay, okay," John relents. "I'll wear the cape as long as I get to pick color and length. No pink capes!"

"You drive a hard bargin, John. But you win. No pink capes," Pip said.

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