Do you ever get the feeling that you are descended from a long line of space-alien gods riding around in a spaceship that looks like a giant Christmas ornament?
Do you ever show up for work at the local Museum of Natural History in your gym shorts and then get thrown from the third floor window by an Aztec high priest?
Is your nemesis fond of black pleather, and he keeps creepy doll heads of all his "mind control" victims in his lair?
When "flying" do you flail your arms, thrash your body around, and generally flounder at a 60 degree angle?
Do you whine and throw a hissy fit at the suggestion of doing anything heroic? And when finally dragged into combat with evil-doers, do you just let the Aztec guy do most of the actual fighting?
Among your moderately to highly lame super powers, are you best at "playing dead"?
If you answered yes to any of these questions, you just may be a Puma Man.
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