Spiderman: OK. Let's just get started. So what do you do? What is your power?

Billy: The big question, right off the bat. I hope he likes it. I too me forever to think of an idea that wasn't already taken.
Well, I don't really have a power. I wasn't caught in any cosmic explosions or some other strange side effect from some failed experiment. I wasn't born with unnatural powers either. I grew up normal William Henderson. (My friends call me Billy... you can call me Billy.) But don't be fooled because I was born normal because I have this.
Please don't think it is stupid. Please don't think it is stupid. Please don't think it is stupid.

Spiderman: What is that... a frisbee?

Billy: Not just an ordinary frisbee. This frisbee was made by my father. He was a great scientist. I have a lot of skill throwing this frisbee. I can do things with this frisbee that you couldn't dream of.
Please don't let him send me packing. Please hear me out.

Spiderman: OK. I have seen many things in all my years as a superhero. What do you call yourself?

Billy: I am Friz-B.
That name just makes sense. He has to like it. I wish I could read his expressions but he has that mask on.

Spiderman: Oh. How did you come up with that name?

Billy: It sort of made sense. You know I wield a Frisbee and my name is Billy.
I think he likes it. I am over the first hurdle.

Spiderman: Yes, I see what you mean. Well, I will test out your skill with your Frisbee later. Can you tell me a little more about your experience. I see here on your resume you talk about fighting some supervillian named the Bruise. What was that about?

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