Down the hall, someone is trying not to crap his pants with glee.
"Excuse me! Mr, uh . . . Superman." Tall, skinny guy, black electric guitar in one hand, silver sharpie in the other, waves like the spaz he frequently is. "Hey. I'm trying to get your attention without doing the whole It's A Blank thing, but my normally killer wit is failing me so, uh - can you sign my axe?"
He holds out the guitar and the sharpie.
"I'm pretty sure after that, there's not much I can do to make it more metal."
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"Excuse me! Mr, uh . . . Superman." Tall, skinny guy, black electric guitar in one hand, silver sharpie in the other, waves like the spaz he frequently is. "Hey. I'm trying to get your attention without doing the whole It's A Blank thing, but my normally killer wit is failing me so, uh - can you sign my axe?"
He holds out the guitar and the sharpie.
"I'm pretty sure after that, there's not much I can do to make it more metal."