The crew members looked around and wondered how they got into the conference room. 

“What happened?” asked the director.

“I happened,” Drozin proclaimed.  “Well, we’re all set up to shoot unless you want the commercial to be shot in Dallas where I found these guys.”

“Since you went to the trouble to bring everything and everybody here, maybe we could shoot the commercial in the studio facilities on the ground floor,” suggested the CEO.  “I hope he didn’t interrupt anything important.”

“No.  It was just the 15th take of an actress flubbing her lines again even though they are printed on cards several feet in front of her,” said the director. 

Drozin hyperaccelerated to 5000 times normal speed and walked back to Dallas and carried her to Plano to place in the conference room.  The man with the cards stood beside the camera.  When Drozin resumed normal speed, the woman was in the middle of trying to say her lines. 

“Such a fantastical taste that…..  What in the world is happening?”

“Sorry Jane,” said Drozin.  “Your commercial is put on hold for today.  Just go out and sit down outside the room.  If you’re needed, you’ll be called.”

She looked at the director who motioned for her to leave the room. 

“Mr. Amazing, you truly live up to your name,” said the CEO. 

A man who was furiously writing down some notes and sketching things on a pad said, “I’ve got a lot of good stuff here.  We have the crew.  Maybe we can–”

“Got that covered,” said Drozin before hyperaccelerating to a ”slow” 1000 times normal speed and carrying the crew and their equipment down to the studio facilities on the ground floor.  He even carried the people in the room down to the studio to watch as they sat in their chairs. 

For the next several hours, Drozin was involved in several commercials and went through nearly a case of Dr. Pepper to slake his thirst.  To eliminate the cans, he would toss them into the air at hyperaccelerated speed and let air friction vaporize them. 

At the end of the day there were seven new Dr. Pepper commercials in the can that featured Drozin either as a single person or divided into as many as a dozen people.  That made him a bit tired at times.  But after literally gathering himself together, he was able to go on with the commercials. 

The CEO and the other executives were more than satisfied with the commercials and brought Drozin to the finest steak restaurant in Plano where Drozin related story after story of his exploits and those of friends he knew back in his home dimension.  He downed three steaks and a dozen Dr. Peppers during the meal which lasted until closing time. 

As the moon was setting, the CEO told Drozin in the parking lot, “You were better than I ever expected.  I was thinking you were some kind of actor who pretended he was a superhero.  But you’re the real deal.  Have you thought of going out to Hollywood to play yourself?”

“I’m so busy back in New York that I don’t have time.  Maybe if I go on vacation sometime next year I’ll think about doing that.  Thanks for the suggestion though.  I’ll keep that in mind.”

“If we need you again, do you think you’ll be available or will you be busy saving the world from alien attack?”

“Oh, that’s next week,” he kidded.  Both men chuckled.

“I need to go home and catch at least a couple hours of sleep before getting up to go to work.”

“You have a job?  What do you do?” the CEO asked.

“I work for……Trying to pull a fast one I see.  If Superman didn’t tell the world he worked for the Daily Planet as Clark Kent, you know I’m not going to tell you where I work or what they call me.”

“What do they call you at work?”

After pausing to consider his replay he said, “Mr. Amazing.”