>stroll into my local record store
>looking to pick up a copy of A Dramatic Turn of Events
>grab the game and take it to the charming maiden at the register
>"Pardon me, milady...but could you ring me up? A shame my massive intelligence can't read your mind to get your phone number, else I'd ring you up.
>she giggles and takes the record, blushing as her fingers brush mine due to my fingerless gloves
>her eyes widen as she reads the record's title
>"Wow, I've never seen anyone buy this before! You must be really smart!
>I smile and ready a witty response when suddenly a voice rings out from behind
>"Hahaha look at vvhat this false is buying! That's not Transilvanian Hunger! VVhat a piece of ♥♥♥♥!"
>I quickly turn around, my cloak billowing behind me, to discern the source of the rude outburst
>generic potato metal elitist caricature with corpse paint and "the guy that beat you up that one time behind the school in early October" shirt is standing there guffawing
>"Excuse me sir...you may disparage my person if you wish, but it is untoward to swear in front of a lady."
>"♥♥♥♥ you ♥♥♥♥♥♥!"
>I smile quietly and tip my fedora low across my eyes, concealing them
>"As you wish..."
>I quickly focus my mind and prepare to unleash the powers of IQ upon him
>he bellows and charges forward
>I expertly sidestep him and the cashier screams as he crashes into the counter
>I summon my powers and mutter a quiet oath as I fire my mind beam into his back
>"...requiescat in pace..."
>the girl walks out from behind the counter, twirling her hair with her fingers
>"So...maybe you'd like to come over to my place to listen to that record sometime...?
>"No thanks, milady, you're too stupid for it. Besides..."
>I quickly write out an equation to solve the world's energy crisis and show it to her
>"I doubt you could understand something as simple as that."
>skate away on my Heelys