I know two guys. They’re called Blade and Taz. They’re barely acquaintances of mine, we apparently studied together in H. and used to run into each other from time to time. I always had to control myself, and try not to sound to gleeful when we talked, I would always be picturing superheros and cartoon characters. Tasmanian devils, vampire slayers, etc..

Their parents must be the coolest. Or constantly stoned.

Or just slow, like Nicolas Cage. He called his son Kal-el (Superman’s name on Krypton).