I got punched in the stomach by a letter this morning. I wish I could punch back.
No, I cannot punch through planets like Carol Danvers aka Captain Marvel.
But I feel her frustration at not being able to punch my way out. It would be so much easier than all this grown-up crap with the jobs and the lack of jobs and the bills and the things breaking down and needing to be replaced.
Being a grown-up sucks bad sometimes.