"Old man, can you stop yelling?" I groaned, trying to shut the old man up before he made me go deaf with all that screaming.
"Son!! You don't understand! This much power… I feel—"
"Invincible?"
"Exactly!!"
"Yea, it happens. That's what usually comes before a hard knock on the head from reality to remind you that you aren't really invincible, just a slightly stronger ant in the face of the truly scary things."
"Uhhh…" the old man froze, his excitement finally taking a dent.
"Damn… you really couldn't just let me enjoy the moment?" Father complained as the golden armor faded and his clothes returned, his height dropping to a moderate seven feet.
"Trust me, Dad, it's better for me to be the one to dampen this excitement than letting reality decide to do so. Believe me when I say she can be pretty petty when it comes to proving people wrong."
"You speak like a man with a lot of experience."
"You have no idea, old man, you have no idea." I could only sigh and shake my head.
