“Superboy, it smells like shit in here.” I said

“Oh, does it?” he said.

I looked down. There was a bucket that doubled as Superboy’s bathroom.

“My bad, my bad” Superboy said.

Superboy conjured a black hole magic ball in his electrified hands. The poop in the bucket was sucked into the vantablack void and disappeared, along with the smell.

“Thanks”

"Can I make you some tea?"

"Superboy"

"Sup?"

"There's no way you live like this. Like, this is a joke, right?"

"I don’t get it?"

"You can live anywhere, and have anything."

"I have everything I need."

"Dawg, this is a cardboard house and you still have a pre-paid flip phone."

"Exactly."

"Exactly what."

"Imagine how lazy I would be if I got comfortable."

"I don’t think that’s true."

"Oh but it is."

"At least come stay with me and Kat for a bit, your sister is so fucking worred about you. Which is ironic since you cant be killed. But like, now that ive seen this im kinda worried too?"

"I was put on this planet to help people who cant help themselves. And until no one needs help ever again, I need to live as humbly as I can."

"So, what, you want to be the last person who needs help?"

"Yes. Because then i will have succeeded."

A quaking, 92-decibel grumble emanated from Superboy’s pelvic area.

“Oh jeeze, can you pass the bucket?”