BJ DeHut

Out the dungeon of brain pain, I came, with a sell-a-lot plot from the megawatt mainframe. With a suit made of electricity, I ran through the Great Wall of China, convincingly. That was after the world tour, when I traveled through gravel and battled matter at the earth's core. I did the show on a fireball, a pioneer, ran into the jungle and jetted wearing a lion's ear. I fought fear with the hammer Thor lent me, and tangled with the Angel of Death for four centuries. Put a name-plate on the asteroid belt and I ran through the future with an android's help. That's when civilians were made of metal. I received a coronation 'cause I had the last flower petal. My power settled a clash between races and put good people on the magazine faces. Substituted television scandals with elephants and pandas, tell 'em its the elegant commando. With a hand so big, I punched the Sphinx in the nose, and the nose decomposed, and so the story goes... I slapped a 40 oz out of a young man's hand and fed him lessons of life to formulate a plan. I wore the prime meridian as a wristband, and gave away my riches, but I still remained a rich man. The quicksand I withstood, for good, as I hopped on a dragonfly to outer space and met Count Bass....