Man 1: Look! Up in the sky!
Man 2: It's a bird!
Man 3: It's a plane!
Man 1: Woah, youse guys serious?
Man 2: What?
Man 1: Ya' walkin' in downtown Metropolis, one of the largest damn cities in the world, and youse freak out when ya' see a bord?
Man 3: It's a plane!
Man 1: Fuckin' tourists, man. That up there is clearly Superman.
Man 2: Well from a distance it could have been a bird.
Man 3: It's a plane!
Man 1: When was the last time ya' saw a blue and red man-sized bord flyin' around? Never, that's when.
Man 2: Ok whatever, Jesus. So I can't tell the difference between Superman and a bird or-
Man 3: It's a plane!
Man 1: Hey fella, what's ya problem? This one screwed on right?
Man 2: He's my brother, he's a metahuman. His only power is having Super Tourette's.
Man 3: Cloud bitch poo poo fuck!
Man 2: Sigh. I love him but he is so emotionally draining.
Man 1: Yeah, yeah, I can see that.
Man 2: Alright next time I see something flying I'll just assume it's Superman.
Man 1: Tourists! Tourists, I swear to god! This is Metropolis, buddy. Literally every third person here can fly. We even have a flying dog.
Man 2: You guys have flying dogs?
Man 1: Dog. Singular. His name's Krypto, Superman's dog. Doesn't even train the sonofabitch, fuckin' dog shittin' everywhere. Disgustin'. Shat on my car last week. I kid you not, Superman has like eight different flyin' animals. Just captures the poor bastards, throws a cape on 'em, makes 'em fight crime.
Man 2: That's really fucked up.
Man 1: Totally fucked up. But what're you gonna do, eh? Guy's fuckin' Superman, he can melt ya' face or rip ya' arms off like nuthin'.
Man 2: Oh, ok. Thanks for the tip.
Man 1: Fuckin' whateva, buddy. You take it easy now, say high to ya' mutha for me.
Man 2: We should have stayed in Gotham.
Man 3: It's a plane!
