SUPERMAN'S DILEMMA

Superman fished his phone out of his pocket and dialled the number he wanted. A moment later a slow jerky voice spat down into the receiver.

"Hello? What do you want?" said an impolite voice.

"Rockman? It's me! Superman!" he replied.

" Oh you. What do you want?"

"Some....uh ...help." whispered Superman.

"You.. the amazing superman...needs help!" sneered Rockman, loudly laughing and snorting .

"Look. I know we haven't exactly got of to a good start," Rockman grunted in agreement "but I need help that only you can offer. Here's the deal, you help me then I owe you whatever you want, but something legal."

"Ok... what do you need me to help with?" asked Rockman.

"Well.. you know that case I was working on last week about the bomb?"

"Yes...?"

"Um.. I.. kind of lost my powers." Superman sighed. He heard Rockman gasp from the other end of the phone.

"Let me guess. You want me to track them down and return them to you?" sneered Rockman.

"Well yes. Please help!" begged Superman.

"Mmmm... fine! But remember,you owe me."

Superman sighed in relief just as the phone went blank. It looked like the problem was solved.