Radioman is the coolest thing in pants. Not a man in
existence can deny his homo-erotic powers. No man, that is,
except Pleistoceneperson, the Man of Prehuman Gender
Identity. When the two meet, the sexual tension is such that
you can slice the air with a knife. Innocent bystanders get
monumental erections, and ejaculate their brains out,
becoming mindless playthings in Radioman's fun factory. But
not our hero, Pleistoceneperson. He does not even twitch a
testicle. Radioman: your name was legion, but you have met
your nemesis.

Such is the life of a superhero. It's all sex and glory at
first, but the badguys are always there, ready to catch you
with your pants down. The trick is to stay low and keep the
radio volume down. When asked about your gender, duck and
move back in time, as many millennia as you can manage.