Come on. I know you're not a stupid man.'' I'm quite stupid. Ask anyone.'' Finbar, are there superheroes living among us?' Fin bar snorted with laughter and Kenny started to feel a little thick. 'Superheroes? In tights and capes, flying around? If there were superheroes, Mr. Journalist, don't you think they'd be in New York or somewhere like that? There's not that many tall buildings for Spider-Man to swing from in Dublin, you know? He'd have maybe two good swings and then hang there looking disappointed.' 'These people don't wear tights and capes, Fin bar.'' So they're naked superheroes? That's grand for now, but when the good weather is over they're going to regret it.'' They look like us. They dress like us. But they're not like us. They're different.'' You,' Fin bar said. 'Are sounding very racist right now.

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