[ WP ] A superhero and his arch-nemesis are locked in a fight to the death , but they share the same weakness .

`` You're starting to look weak, super jerk!'' 
 
 `` Not on your life, Baron Evilton!'' 
 
 But it was a lie. Superdude DID look weak. He's heart was racing, sweat was dripping from his brow. Nevertheless, he grabbed his spooned and shoved another heroic bite into his mouth. 
 
 `` The ice cream is good, is n't it? It's amazing that even after 4 bowls I'm still not sick of it!'' Baron Evilton took another bite, hands shaking. His eyes watered as he gagged, struggling to swallow. After a few chokes and spits he swallowed. `` Mmmm... smooth...'' he sputtered. 
 
 `` You will soon learn that justice is not so easily thwarted! For I-'' Superdude stopped, his spoon had hit something in his bowl. Something not ice cream. 
 
 `` What's the matter, Super Dork?'' sneered Lord Evilton. `` Something wrong with your... BROWNIE sundae!'' 
 
 `` You are a fiendish foe, but even this chocolaty obstacle will not dampen the spirit of good!'' Superdude, trembling, raised the spoon to his lips... 
 
 -- -- 
 
 An hour later, Police Commissioner Brown surveyed the scene. `` It's a damn mess, Collins. A fine, damn mess.'' 
 
 Superdude and Baron Evilton lay slumped in the booth of the ice cream parlour, surrounded by empty bowls and pooling puddles of pink and brown ice cream soup. Occasionally a limb would twitch, both were moaning incoherently. 
 
 Collins checked a small box on Baron Evilton mechano-suit. `` Pump's dead, sir.'' Meanwhile, Officer Jones was checking Superdude. `` There's a pulse sir, but it's weak.'' 
 
 `` Damn it all to hell...'' muttered Brown, and paused to light a cigarette. `` Well, call in the paramedics. Tell them to bring more insulin. Again.'' Every Saturday morning... 

