Super EE 10

“Aaaaiiiiieeeeee!” screamed a woman in distress. “My coffee is cold and there is a line for the break room microwave. What will I do?”

There came a sudden gust of wind through the usually stagnant office hallway. A short, gray-haired man stood before her. He was covered head-to-toe in bright red spandex, two shining E’s proudly sat across his chest. He was the picture of heroism, save for the bifocals and protruding stomach.

“Have no fear, ma’am,” he said with a crooked smile. “The Editor is