Super EE 6

“Damn cell phones! There’s never a phone booth when you need one,” muttered Evil Editor as he searched for a discreet location suitable for a quick wardrobe change. Exasperated, he ducked into the next best thing: a Porta-John®. Moments later, after a brief struggle with the spandex leotard and a thorough slathering of hand-sanitizer, he emerged, no longer a mild-mannered editor: by the magical alchemy of suspended disbelief combined with two parts alka-seltzer and a jigger of diesel fuel, he