Jimmy is heading uptown. "63rd and Madison, 63rd and Madison. HA! HA!" The recorder plays happily.

A.G. is lifting weights. Work it, earn your money! Dr. M., sadist, suggests they add a thousand pounds to what A.G. is lifting. A.G. says he's still a little sore from overturning that car full of "cockamamies." Dr. M. hisses in disgust (he's not alone) and says they're NOT cockamamies, they're "Kazministanis." Excuse me, but that's a MADE-UP country. WHY would you bother when there's already Kazhakstan, and Azerbaijan, and Afghanistan? Oh right, this show is stupid. Never mind. A.G. makes the same tired jokes about filing a complaint with the union and Dr M. witheringly says, "You have no idea what you just did, do you? But how could you? I don't give you newspapers, TV, radio..." Uh, WE KNOW! So, A.G. has heroically stopped a civil war in the made-up country of Kazministan. Hooray for him! That's what he was built for, no? A.G. knows this and says, "A government-built guy's gotta do what a government-built guy's gotta do." He's said THAT before too! In comes Baldy to say there's a civilian outside who won't leave until he talks to Superman. Oh, they've asked him to leave, but he says he's on a mission. From God? No, that's the Blues Brothers.

Inside the Gilded Gym sits Jimmy with a blindfold on. More kinks! This show is so risqué. Dr. M., A.G., Baldy, and other assorted lackeys we've never seen before surround him in a manner that should be imposing, but, in fact, just looks odd. Jimmy is stating his name for the record: "Jimmy. Jimmy Ferguson. James. James Dewitt Ferguson. I'm on a mission." From God? No. Anyway, Jimmy doesn't have a job, except when he sweeps up at the Dixie for free comics, and it takes about five minutes for the people to realize that Jimmy is mentally disabled. Dr. M. takes the blindfold off, and Jimmy sees A.G. and starts squealing like a teenage girl at a Backstreet Boys concert. Dr. M. asks, "You know him? What makes him so special?" Jimmy is ecstatic as he says, "I've been waiting to meet you my whole life...I saw him catch those bad guys! I was fighting Dr. Diablo and I saw you flip over their car!" A.G. smiles modestly and Dr. M. asks, "Are you sure?" Jimmy gets even more excited and asks A.G., "do you have a name?" A.G. says it's Michael. "No, a superhero name!" Dr. M. excuses himself and takes A.G. aside.