I am Flybart!
I can fly circles around the meanest shitpiles.
My superpowers consist of being able to withstand incredibly foul odors while eating my dinner.
I can simultaneously look at 50 people at a time.
Fear me, Phishheads!!
I also can detect a fatal queef a half-mile away, thereby warning my teammates of a possible horrible death.
The only weaknesses I have are gigantic sticky strips made out of fruit, and women named Marve.
My mentor was an incredibly gifted older gent named flyman.
Unfortunately, he is away visiting "upstate" due to poor mentoring habits on his part, which I mistook for friendly bouts of Greco-Roman wrestling.
He will be back anon, and in the meantime, I patrol the alleyways and dumpgrounds.
"Up-up-and-a-bzzzzzzzz!!!"