Slowly descending, General Freedom watched the alien ship deposit the runty loud mouth in one of the more expensive country club courses in the area. A smile crossed his lips as he saw several of the blue-blood members gawking. Slowing further, the blue-clad hero, beloved by millions contemplated what he saw before him. A compacted form muscled and strong, and even as he looked up at the hero, 

General Freedom wondered what powers he had. Strength alone would not be an advantage. Was he an energy projector? Perhaps, he had the ability to teleport, if he did that would pose problems. The Shade was a teleporter, he often avoided the powerful crushing blows of the hero when they had fought. No, no if mini-me were a teleporter he would have done so when they were jawing up high. 

Stopping a hundred meters above the bearded figure, General Freedom stared at him. Then he roared away, landing with a thump on the ninth green. Knees bent as he landed, the sand in the traps jostled then settled, the ball teetering on the edge of the hole, toppled in. Rising slowly, Earth’s mightiest hero stared at the little man, no more than 100 feet away, a wide sand trap between them.

“Alright bunky, you have my attention. Why are you on my planet?