[start superman_1941.mp3]
Someone: Look! Up in that room!
SomeOneElse: It's a bum!
YetOneElse: It's a drunk!
[Jim appears in robe with a shotgun.]
Jim: Frickin' flash mobs! Get the hell off my property!
Crowd: It's some writer guy!
[sfx: buckshot]
Man: Ah! (falls)
Woman: (cradling his broken body) For the love of God! For the love of God, why!?
Announcer: Yes, some writer guy! Faster than a speeding ticket! Completely loco and lacking apparent motive! Able to leap off tall buildings when feeling down! Disguised as megalomaniac Jim Trapp, some writer guy fights a never-ending battle against ending and for artistic truth, just ridicule, and his own F'ing way!
Jim: @#$! it all! My Cheesy Hashbrowns are burning!
[raises fist to air, flies away]
[end superman_1941.mp3]
To learn more about it try some Jim Trapp online or visit your local library.
