Since we are on the topic of names, I decided I’d post a thread of my own. How many of you out there have superhero or supervillan names? C’mon! Make one up! Mine is bum bum ba dahh! Non-Lethal Disease Man! Now it’s your turn. And just remember, leprosy is non-lethal.
Some friends and I used to have this complicated inside joke about how we were super heros. My middle name is Merritt (family name), so I was Dr. Merritt. I don’t remember anyone else’s name, but we named my car (a 1984 Mazda station wagon that didn’t go in reverse for the last year of its life) the Oscillating Wheels of Justice. Doesn’t that sound like a super hero vehicle name?
“I need the biggest seed bell you have. . . no, that’s too big.”–Hans Moleman
Lethargo- Master of the sedentary lifestyle.
“Penises don’t belong in the mouth, girls and boys. You’ve got the wrong hole there. Just like you wouldn’t shove pizza up your nose.”
-From the Brother Jed flyer-
ArmedWithAFork. Defender of defenceless silverware… fighting the dark evil forces of Dr. Spoon and the Plastic Cutlery Gang!
May the Forks be with you! (use the forks, Luke!)
:::: Standing proudly on a hill top, ForkCape flapping in the wind, shining my ForkSignal into the sky::::: 
Don’t ask. I’ve lost my mind.
E.
“Black holes were created when God divided by 0” ~Wally
I used to have a superhero-sweater, and with it the horrible lame title of ‘Mega-Megan’.
I skipped the whole insanity of saving the world from evil and spent my precious superhero time flexing, and trying to look intimidating. And even though the sweater has shrunk to the size of a donut, I still flex and try to intimidate, but without that superhero-sweater all I do is get laughed at.
Just imagine how wussy Superman would be without his tights.
That’s me. 
“Organs gross me out. That’s organs, not orgasms.”
-the wallster
Man Covered in Fish.
saw it in a book once and thought hey I love that. So that is my new superhero name.
Monkey loving Jesus was a runner up…
Oh your from Wales?? Do you know a fella named Jonah?? He used to live in whales for a while.
every one calls me “hey you”
History is on our side we will bury you -Nikita Kruschev
I’ll just go for my user-name.
With his sticky tongue of justice…
The Scots - never trust a race whose national dress includes a concealed knife.
Placatora, soother of irate craps players who just lost all their money.
“Hokey religions and ancient weapons are no substitute for a good blaster at your side.” — Han Solo
“Mommy.”
My wife and I have superhero names for each other.
My name for her: She Who Must Be Obeyed.
Hers for me: Shmuck.
Ambivalence Man
Righter of wrongs (but in an unsure, slightly apatehtic way).
Superpower: able to see both sides of everything and therefore usually debate himself into inaction.
sigh
The future belongs to those who believe in the beauty of their dreams.
Superwench.
My husband actually calls me Wench. As in, “what are you doing, Wench?” He alternates that with ‘wencheslas’.
In school, I was the Invisible Girl.
-Elthia
Captain Underpants, protector of all that is preshrunk and cottony!
Tra La Laaa!
. . . Whaddya mean it’s already been done?
Aw, hell.
– Sylence
I don’t have an evil side. Just a really, really apathetic one.
In college, some friends and I (well, mostly me and this one other guy) made up a really lame superhero group called Team Osmosis.
Some of the characters were more-or-less based on real people: my friend was El Gato, whose powers were fueld by boasting. So, if he said “They haven’t built the prison that could hold El Gato!” he could break out.
I was 5-Man. If I remember right, 5-Man could fly and control things that came in groups of five. His super-villains were the Evil Irrationals, pi and i.
I’m your only friend
I’m not your only friend
But I’m a little glowing friend
But really I’m not actually your friend
But I am
El Habenero, master of spicy foods with incredible heat ray powers stemming from the gloves of garlic. My sidekick is the Cayenne Kid.
This week’s episode: “Summer is a’cumin in!”
El Bucky
sheesh . . . .
DUH
My superhero name is Steve. Shh, I’m undercover.
Mine is drum roll Kinky Roo
No! Its not how I am… well maybe a little…
(It comes from role playing with a bunch of weird people… the Winnie the Pooh Gang mostly {hence Roo} and a character name… {Kinkoa = Kinky} so Kinky Roo)
Never run from anything immortal, it attracts their attention.
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