Through dark of night, I, weak and weary,
forged ahead through storm a-bleary,
seeking rest for lonesome head,
for sight of fire, a hearth, a bed.
Days have passed and none have crossed me,
The world perhaps has gone and lost me,
I pray for my torment to end,
for death lies soft around the...
"It stands for... super! Yeah... Super."
The Incredibles, the ineffable Syndrooome!
"Boo yah! Let's get to the grub! I am one hungry king of the world!"