God, what a letdown. I was already trying to figure out the closest fabric store so that I could buy some polyester and a child's fleece blanket to sew a costume out of.
Shtick? I don't know...teenager who moves things with his brain? I wish I was the last of my tribe, it's so much catchier. Probably easier to think of a name, too.
And for the record, I'm totally down with the working man. Vive la revolucion!