The shapeless man-thing dangles there for all to see. The air-**** is open waiting but only hissing escapes tauntingly. Once people came from far and wide to see him rise, swollen and throbbing as he moved in and out slippery as French condoms. He rose above them tethered in that fifty person **** that took place in the street.
Alas old age has done him in, even heroes must surrender to a new generation. Now Goku the giant is supreme and Superman is deflated, he'll never fly again in the Macy's Day Parade.