This comic is based on an actual conversation my wife and I had.

Some bands are made of people. Some are made of robots. And one, just one, was made out of bioengineered cheese monsters.

No discussion about superpowers would be complete without a visit from Psychic Rob, who was born with every psychic ability ever. The telekinetic maneuver displayed was instrumental in how he met his wife. It’s also the reason he’s had to move from five different neighborhoods in the past six years.

If superpowers can come from gamma rays or radioactive spiders or the simple act of being born with the right genes, then certainly, certainly, superpowers can come from meteorites. The only problem is, how do you know what powers you have once you’ve got them? I mean, not every power is obvious.

If that chunk of space debris came from Uranus, than it can only be one thing: space poop.