I often see myself standing, arms resting dramatically against my hips, watching some sort of wrongdoing. 'Halt. Or you will face my wrath!' I cry, with my best grimace fixed upon my face. I then dive in to sort out these muggers, burglars or other assorted ruffians. It's about this point that I'm rudely awoken by something extremely irritating, such as my alarm, or the girlfriend, into my box-like room. Damn it.