These are the continuing adventures of Mustard Man, a corporate mascot who is often mistaken for a superhero.
Yes, I'm on call, but there is no Mustard Signal.All I have is a numeric pager. No cell. No alpha.Just a callback number.
When they need me, they page me. Usually, I get a day or two advance warning, but there's been emergency gigs.
Those pay double, and they usually involve Dijon Lad, too.
By the way, that porn video you've seen around the Internet? Hoax. Not only is that guy fat, but a mustard packet condom?
That's way too small for the real Mustard Man.
Also, Mustard Man wouldn't touch Paris Hilton with a ten-foot sausage, either.
Nobody would.