The doctor selected his largest scalpel and ran his tongue lovingly along the edge as he eyed his dinner. If the steak on his plate was alive it would've shivered at the sight of the doctor eying it up so lavishly, possibly not in horror but in... excitement? Who knows the mind of beef?

Every molecule of the doctor's being was focussed on the meat on his plate. He brought his fork down and pinned the steak to the plate. It did not writhe, of course, but you can imagine it doing so, little pitiful cries escaping from it as it tried to crawl away. Maybe that's just me. In any case, his carrion thus penetrated the good doctor brought his scalpel down to bear on his prize and then, just as he was to carve off a piece with no thought of what the steak once was, I suddenly changed the topic.

It was a cold summer morning, the sort where the sun is brightly shining but you can feel cold radiating off the window. Jamie awoke and pulled the covers closer to his chin. He lay and thought about how it felt a bit cold but that his room was brightly lit by the sun through his venetians. He rolled over with a sigh and checked the time on his alarm clock. 9.10 am. He squeezed his eyes tightly shut again and groaned. Why had he decided to become a superhero? And why had he imposed himself an 'early start' rule? Didn't most crime happen late at night? Nevertheless, He couldn't start breaking his rules now, not if he was going to take this seriously.

Jamie rolled into a sitting position on the side of the bed, taking most of the bedding with him as he really didn't want to face the chilly air around him straight away. He cracked his back into place and scratched his stomach. Hmm. Will need to do some crunches tomorrow, he thought to himself. He congratulated himself on making such a positive mental note to himself, then stood up and staggered to the bathroom.

After his shower, he deliberated to himself in front of the mirror if he should shave. I mean, he had a pretty decent shadow going there so if he wanted to go for more of a Superman or Spiderman sort of look he should probably shave. On the other hand, the facial hair gave him an air of a 'dark' and 'complex' superhero, one with demons and a past that hinted at some sort of tragedy which led to him fighting crime. Of course, Jamie knew he had suffered no such tragedy, so he reluctantly pulled out his razor from the drawer. He noticed that it looked very blunt. Well, that settled it. His laziness and the dangerousness of the blade meant that he was just going to have to pretend to be a dark and complex superhero.
"Mental note:" he mused, "use this to finally come up with some sort of name."