People call me “the Colgate Kid” because of my lame superpower. I can move toothpaste with my mind. Usually pretty useless.
But finally, I’m a hero.
An intruder threatened us with a knife.
I concentrated on the toothpaste tube on the sink. It sailed across the room, striking him square in the temple. He laughed as it dropped harmlessly to the floor.
Throwing it back at me, he clenched it too tightly in his angry fist. The cap flew off, squirting a toothpaste snake straight into his eye.
Screaming, he fell to his knees, dropping the knife at my feet.
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