Bitesize fiction. Super!

Ding-dong!

"Who is it?"

"Hi, it's Roach-Man. I'm here to answer your ad..."

"Oh, sure, come in please! What did you say your name was?"

"Roach-Man. I'm a... superhero."

"Oh, man, so cool! A real superhero?"

"Yep."

"And do you have any super powers? Can you fly?"

"Um, no... Sorry, can't fly. But, you know, real roaches don't fly either."

"Ah, yes, you're right. Then can you crawl under doors or climb on walls?"

"Yes! Well, you know, if the space under the door is wide enough... and the walls are not exactly... um vertical."

"Ah, I see... Um, so how did you get to be Roach-Man? Did you get bitten by a radioactive bug?"

"Something like that. But not really radioactive. More like dazed from bug spray."

"Heh, must be why you don't have any super powers."

"I do too have super powers! I am great at keeping out of people's way. And I really like darkness. And don't get bothered by garbage much."

"Cool! Say, do you have any fancy super costume?"

"Yes, my awesome shiny leather jacket. And my wicked leather pants. But can't you see? I'm wearing them right now."

"No, you dweeb! 'Blind guy looking for room-mate. Must be ok with a little mess.' That's my ad. I'm the blind guy!"

"Ah, yes, right. Sorry, forgot that part."

"So I guess that means you don't want to be my room-mate anymore?"

"Are you kidding? I'm the perfect room-mate for you! I like the darkness and I'm ok with a messy house. I can help you out when you need it. And best of all..."

"What?"

"I'm a superhero!" Grin.

"Haha, welcome then, Roach-Man!"