So we meet again, #72 Murphy Park bus. Too bad for you I finally perfected my monster serum.

Yes, every day since I started working at the lab, I’ve had to endure your indignities. Always late when I’m early. Always on time when I’m late. Always early when I’m on time. Sometimes I’d wait for an hour and no buses would come at all, then three buses would come all at once. I would tell you what it’s done for my sanity, but you already know: you see me every day.

So when it became clear that my monster growth compound was effective, I volunteered to be the first human subject. The pain was indescribable. But I didn’t mind. As I felt myself growing, as I felt my own power surge, I knew exactly what I was going to do first.

Come with me, #72 Murphy Park. You’re on my schedule now.

Wear this shirt: so that hairy, barefoot guy on the bus doesn’t feel so alone.

Don’t wear this shirt: if you’re trying to get anywhere east of SW Northern Blvd. between 5:45 and 7:30 on alternate weekdays. For that, you need the Express t-shirt.

This shirt tells the world: “When I catch the bus, I really catch the bus.”

We call this color: the Silver Line.

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