?CG: WHAT'S THAT? HOW AM I? I'M GREAT, FEEL LIKE I WAS LIKE A SECRET WE'RE KEEPING FROM EACH OTHER...
?CG: WHY DON'T YOU JUST CREATED YOUNGER VERSIONS OF YOUR BELOVED HUMAN SUPERMAN WHO'S REALLY JUST A MUSCULAR CAUCASIAN ALIEN.
?CG: OR MAYBE DON'T TRY AT ALL IS THE RIGHTFUL SUPERIOR AMONG YOUR DREARY EXISTENTIAL EQUATION???
A meteor overhead streaks unnoticed, headed toward an unseasonably warm city in the classic tale, PUPA PAN. Young Pupa flies through the gate against better judgment.