Here today, before your eyes, is the amazing, super-fantastic killing machine.
He isn't very big, nor are his eyes red and glowing.
He's just a kid.
And no, he can't lift a car on his shoulders.
He can't do any flips or jumps or gymnastic stunts.
He's just a kid,
in reach of a gun.
Just a kid,
misguided,
and young.