kyle camden.txt

He figured maybe it was time to reprogram the AI to call him "Master" or something a little more respectful.

FBI Agent: SURRENDER NOW AND HE WON'T HURT YOU! Kyle: TELL YOU WHAT, YOU TELL HIM TO SURRENDER!

How was it that the guys in the movies got into fight scenes every five minutes and never had to sew up their costumes?

Kyle was bulletproof, and everyone knew it. They were just trying to intimidate him.

FIRST OF ALL, MY HANDS ARE ABOVE MY HEAD! (it was true--Kyle held a barrel of extremely rare chemicals over his head.)

The platoon of Army guys? Yeah, that he was a tiny bit worried about.

It's not easy being Kyle...

Good news: Kyle was disguised as the "Azure Avenger" at the time. Bad news: Everyone calls him the "Blue Freak" instead.

When Kyle tried to pull a superpowered prank on Mike-by, uh, erasing his pants with a high-powered laser-it didn't go well and chaos ensued.

Kyle Camden has superpowers! You'd think this would be great news, but nope!

After all--he's my archvillain...

I'm smarter than all of them put together. I'm better than all of them. I'm better than him.

And whatever he had to do to get those things, well...he would do.

Kyle was no one's lacky. No one's "partner." Kyle was in charge.

His confidence was so blinding and burning that it took every ounce of willpower for Kyle to resist flying over to him and popping him one.

Kyle clenched his fists. He wanted to punch that grin until there was nothing left of it.

Under his mask, Kyle's cheeks flamed red with embarassment. He hadn't wanted to be caught doing something nice.

He wondered how Mighty Mike avoided that, flying around with that stupid face of his hanging out all the time.

He had a headache. And its name was Mighty Mike.

The only one he could tell was Erasmus...and Erasmus already knew and didn't care.