That awkward moment when the cheeseburger a clown just offered you was unknowingly cooked by a flying monkey and laced with an unholy amount of laxatives.
It was a quiet day in HQ, today!
There weren’t any distress calls, so mostly I spent some time hanging out with the maid (Yeah, weird statement, so what?! She’s awesome!) and sorting out my bomb candies. New assortment! They look delicious~ but not edible!
Wait.. They’re not..?
Do Superheroes normally have blogs? I should probably be helping old ladies out of trees or something… Um.. Hey. I’m Yellow.
Here’s a little bit of information about myself:
I originate from a group of crazy, hormonal, color-coordinated crime-fighters.
I get more fan-girls than any of the other guys.
My room has been described as smelling like gym socks and pizza.
There’s a black hole inside of my stomach where everything I eat is stored.
I don’t really know what else to say.