Ka-Pow!

My name is Kid Kaboom; I explode. I am a sidekick, and, as is often the case, I get kidnapped, strapped to some deadly contraption, and then used as bait for super-folk. Heroes tend to take it and so, one day (unsurprisingly) Doctor Kill surprised me. I dropped a catchphrase, a few one-liners, and then (one conk of the head later) I woke up in his lair. Standard procedure for sidekicks would be to endure the torture (usually quite light), listen to a diabolical soliloquy, and then basically wait for rescue. But that day, I just had it. As super-villains go, Doctor Kill is pure third-rate: his lair obviously rented, his costume so Halloween-Clearance-Sale, and his evil plans ill-conceived and lame. I was done. As the Doctor composed his ransom, I said my magic word–– and I exploded. The Kill-Zone was decimated, the Death-Ray incinerated, and my afternoon suddenly free. From there on out, that is what I did. Was it right or wrong? Who knows, but I sure did kill more super-villains that way.