“We’re Not So Different, You and I,” by Simon Rich | The New Yorker

“We are both strangers to this world,” Death Skull intoned. “Maligned, misunderstood. We make our own paths, live by our own rules.”

Simon Rich reads. “You’ll never get away with this!” Ultra Man vowed as he wriggled in his chains. “You may destroy me, but you’ll never destroy what I stand for!” Death Skull let out a hysterical cackle, which echoed piercingly from the stone walls of his lair. “Why so combative?” he said, emerging from the shadows. “At the end of the day, we’re not so different, you and I.” “What are you talking about?” Ultra Man demanded. “We are both strangers to this world,” Death Skull intoned. “Maligned, misunderstood. We make our own paths, live by our own rules, refuse to compromise for anyone.…

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