amansgottadowhat | 48-Internal views of Captain Hammer; the not squishy or gross kind

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And here we have the very impressive Captain Hammer. Thank you for speaking with me, Captain.

Oh, please. You can call me Hammer.

Oh, well, alright. Hammer. Is that your real name?

Oh, it's real. Real enough to be feared by the villains that have enough sense.

And those that don't have enough?

They learn soon enough.

Ah-hah, yes. So, you are definitely a superhero? Tell us about that. What can you do?

I am indeed! I have the powers of super-strength, and all that which comes with it. Of course, I prefer to call it strength- and that's just super. [He laughs heartily, and is joined by the interviewer a little bit.]

That's pretty impressive, all the same! You must be able to do some pretty amazing things with it.

You know, Justin-

Jason.

Of course. You know, Jason, I get that a lot. And every time, I just say, "Thank you, you're absolutely right, but I am but one terrific person. It's the public that really helps in the long-run. I just take care of the trash. Help tidy up some of the bigger-picture things that are around."

Well that's certainly a new attitude to it all.

Allow me to finish. "I am the mover of furniture to your polish. I, the splendid book cover, keeping in the ink-laden pages of information, you, the pages that are written on. You plant the seeds of life in your help, and I cut them with a lawnmower."

Uh, that's very- well maybe we can cut some of that out later- you're in the City now. So, that's very new for you, isn't it? Can you tell us your favorite part about being in the City?

[His smile freezes] Well, the wonderful people that I've met and befriended, of course.

Mhmm. Anything else?

[The smile stays frozen, and right as you think you can make it out to be falling into an angry sneer, the camera stops taping.]

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I can't imagine what happened, all of a sudden he said he had another appointment and rushed off like the dickens! Oh well, another time, perhaps.

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[OoC: Blue=interviewer, normal text=Hammer.]

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[There is a pause of thirty seconds before a second response is posted.]

Those who need to know are women. Which is why you're not one of the people that need to know. You're male.

[OoC: Neither of them is particularly of the 'everyone's a winner' theory, are they?]

So you don't have one! That's classic.

What are you, then? Male or female?

[ooc: Not especially, no.]

I am most assuredly male! You even dare- What could you possibly think that would make you think otherwise?

You're avoiding my questions. Which, you know, kind of points to me thinking you're not.

Are you suggesting that you'd like me to prove it?

Are you suggesting you want to expose yourself to me? You sick bastard!

You're the one whose mind went that route. Perhaps it is the pot calling the pan black?

No, this is the pot calling the pan cockless.

If I were not a man, would I be able to do- this?

[He puts the device down on the floor, flexing his muscles as he pulls a rather large oak, that's probably been there for hundreds of years and this single-handedly disturbing a multitude of ecosystems within the tree itself, completely out of the ground, roots and all. He looks cocky. As in, better than you, Nathan, not full of cocks.]

I reckon there are women who could do that.

[He does look impressed, though, so there's that.]

Oh, there are. [He not-so-gently sets it down] Penelope Pruner, for one. But she looked nothing like me. Rather different attire.

And a little more gifted in the chest department, I'm guessing.

If you mean she was female, then yes, she was.

I know she was female, genius. I gathered that from the she thing. I just meant she was more female than you.

Well, quite a few people are more female than I am. All women, for example.

Hey, now. There's no need to put yourself down like that. I'm sure there are loads of women who are way more butch than you are.

I fail to see how that is putting myself down.

Look, with something like super strength it must be hard to believe in your femininity. I get that. You see all those other girls around you picking flowers, but you can pick up trees.

But no matter what they say to you, you're as much a woman as the rest of them. And one day, a man will gaze into your eyes and tell you just how beautiful you are.

[dkjfhsd Squicking at that last part, ohgod, ew.]

I am not a woman. I am a man. A rather masculine man, if I do say so myself.

And I do.

48-Internal views of Captain Hammer; the not squishy or gross kind

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JKDSHFKJSDH THAT ICON. THOSE KEYWORDS.

CANON, MAN.

THOSE KEYWORDS ARE CANON DIALOGUE? SHIT, NOW I HAVE TO PUT MISFITS ON MY LIST.

Well. Technically I think it was "I'm milking YOU", but same difference. :|

asdfjhkjhdas +Misfits to list

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