WP: One member of the team of superheroes has no powers. He just brings out the best in them.

Gilligan walked into the Hall of Heroes break room, and found Shark Man hunched over a cup of coffee.

“Hey fella. How's it hangin'? Gilligan said.

Shark Man looked up, and opened his mouth to speak, drenching the table, and his coffee cup, in sea water.

“I know, I know,” Gilligan said. “But you know what? You tried. And you lived, man! You get to try again! Isn't that something?”

Shark Man gnashed his teeth. A few of them fell onto the table.

“What? No way! That's not true, guy! You're freakin' Shark Man, man!”

Shark Man flared his gills.

“Okay, then who saved that boat load of school children last month, huh? Remember, when Dr. Painful was testing out his Tsunami-In-A-Can?”

Shark Man shrugged, and coughed up a small fish, still wriggling.

“Well sure, The Amazing Spider Child helped, but can he swim? Would those kids be alive today if-”

Sharkman stood up and slammed a fin on the table.

“But that wasn't your fault, bro! So what, they burned up in that school fire, big deal, that's on Jack the Tripper anyway, he was the one supposed to save them. Is it your fault he got confused and misheard Magic Janet? Anyway, personally, me, I'd much rather die in a fire than drown. I mean, dude, seriously.”

Shark Man shook his head and sat down again.

“Alright, tell you what. Listen. We just got the contracts over from Evil Ltd, okay, they've signed off on next week's Brawl for All, okay? I wasn't supposed to tell you this, but President Very Brain wants you in charge of the Wharf War. Huh? How about that? You think she'd okay that if you weren't worthy?”

Sharkman looked up at Gilligan. A small trickle of blood oozed out of a nose-hole.

“Yes I'm serious! You're the single best water-based super hero on the whole team! You got this, bro! And who knows, maybe Octo-she-pus will be there. I'm not sayin', I'm just sayin.”

Shark Man stood up again, puffed out his chest, spat out a spray of seawater.

“There you go! There you go! That's what I'm talkin about!” Gilligan pumped a fist. “Oh, by the way, it's your turn on trash duty today. But no rush, my man. No rush.”

Shark Man nodded. And smiled.

Gilligan smiled back. “Okay? We good?”

Shark Man held out a fin. Gilligan grabbed it and they shook.

“That's what I wanted to hear. Okay. I gotta go talk to Flappy Jack. Promised him I'd help with some target practice. He's a dead eye for sure, just needs a little reassurance is all.”

Sharkman patted Gilligan on the back as they left the break room.

“Aw, you know me, Shark Man. I don't have super-powers like the rest of you guys. Gotta find some way to contribute, right?”

Shark man vomited more seawater, and the two of them laughed uproariously.