The Human Air-Freshener, The Giant Clam and I busked.
“I’m Captain Annoying.” I told the crowd. “Support the superhero superannuation fund.”
They refused.
Worried my Pester-Powers™ were fading, I asked Freshener. “Am I still annoying?”
I wanted reassurance, so I asked 389 times.
Then he punched me.
My profile said; “He’s so annoying that when he time travelled to 1928, he received
death threats… from Gandhi.”
As always, no one donated anything.
“I’ll never retire.” Freshener sobbed.
Clam opened—revealing pearls worth millions
The result of weeks of constant irritation from me.
Captain Annoying saves the day, again.
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