Crossing a bridge, he continues to reflect on his sorry state of affairs “No girl … no job … no nothin’!” Peering over a bridge at a tugboat passing far below, he complains “There’s nobody that’d even miss me if I jump off right now!”
Well, Hugh decides not to jump, but instead decides to apply himself for the first time in his life. Does he pursue love, success, physical might, or wealth? No, he decides to build a rocketship so he can live on Mars instead. It’s that combination of desperate self-loathing combined with running away from your problems that really makes this country great.
|Anyway, this is how he died.|
Just as Hugh is apprehended by “Flatfoot Fogarty, the Super-Cop” (what does it matter if he has flat feet? He can fly!) and faces a lifetime of public display as a “weak freak” worthy only of mockery, the police station is assaulted by Super Phony, a bad guy who mixes up the Brutus ensemble by wearing a bathing suit, cape and newsboy cap AND who possess the power of super-hypnotism.
Hugh ekes out a couple more adventures as a “cripple” on a world of superhumans, but somehow manages to do better at making a name for himself than he did on plain ol’ Earth. By the end, he’s a decorated hero on Brutus, despite his low self-esteem and inability to do something as simple as flying between worlds. Pff. Amateur.