NoClueBoy can put a few tortilla chips in his mouth and make them last all day and still be crunchy.
I meant the chips. Then again…NCB is kinda crunchy too.
That’s my superpower?! I’m crunchy?!
And to cankerist: I’m desperate, but not serious 
I’ve really enjoyed all my powers so far!
You have the power to “reverse the polarity” like in all those crappy B movies and bad comic books.
You turn the batteries in your flashlight around and cast a cone of darkness. Your microwave makes ice cubes in two minutes. You start off having a wonderful time. Then it begins to be a drag.
Supermarket doors close when you approach. You get honked at because you have to put your car into reverse to go forward and that gear is slow. Later, you are found unconscious after having beaten your head against a wall in frustration.
It was discovered that you had been anti-posting.
** NoClueBoy** has the psychic ability to induce a state of overwhelming sexual arousal in any bicycle on Earth.
So, if you get hit on by a horny bicycle, you’ll know who to blame.
It’s obvious. You have the power to solve crosswords intuitively. For instance, someone could call out “NCB, what’s the answer to 12 Across?” and you’ll retort “Aardvark” before they’ve even had time to say “Animal that reportedly never hurt anyone, eight letters”
Either that, or you’re a Batman-type manhunter who, on arriving at the scene of the crime, will miss seeing the size 9 shoe-print in wet cement, the fingerprint-laden dagger in the back of the deceased, the letter he was writing, or the crowbar marks in the windowframe 