In a City, called Clearlake. There's a man by the name of Satoshi, who works as Horticulturist in a company called Conventional Nutriment Lab Research or C.B.L.R for short.
"Hey, does anyone know how many grams are in a tomato" says Dylan, Satoshi Co-worker. "There's Abooout, 123 grams. I heard we have to check on the grapes for the wine later, they should be good." Said Satoshi. As he quickly examines the Broccoli in the room. They would both walk in the lab room full of Grapes, Chemicals, and Lighting. From a distance there's seem to be a Violet purple meteorite aiming at the building straight towards the grape lab. While, Satoshi was examining the grapes, Dylan took a smoke by the doorway not noticing the chemicals were left around the room, the meteorite would crash down sending shockwaves around the building, causing Dylan to flee and lock Satoshi in the room. "Let me out of here." said, Satoshi.
As, Satoshi burn in agony and pain from the chemicals and his mouth begin to dry up. He would start eating grapes and drinking wine and other grape products. The genetics in his body began changing, skin turning green; head changing shape and change in size.
Satoshi lurch to his feet, veins glowing purple because of the energy of the meteorite. His purple glowing eyes, deeper voice now. He wasn't Satoshi anymore…
He was Sour Grape Man.
The lab doors slammed open, hazmat-clad men flooded in, Geiger counters screaming. They never even reached him, Sour Grape Man glared at them, and they froze in place, turning to purple stone. The grape power spread, freezing all of the humans in the building but Dylan.
Sour Grape Man ventured out into the roads, seeing criminals rampaging because of all the chaos. He jumped in immediately, moving faster than the human eye could ever imagine. In 3 hours, he cleared the whole state of criminals.
Then nature herself put him to the test. The ground started shaking due to a huge earthquake. Sour Grape Man just turned around and slapped his rear cheeks together, stopping the earthquake in its path. A hurricane came in from the sea, he sneezed it back out like it didn't exist. A tsunami was barreling towards him, he farted and the wave turned into mist.
Shortly later, a humongous 98 meter meteorite fell to earth. Sour Grape Man blasted into the air and gave it one tap, breaking it apart into dust, to atoms, before it even hit.
And he travelled in 2 minutes around the State, stopping 2 thousand car crashes, saving drivers and fixing the wrecks with a flick of his fingers.
All started calling out his name. Thieves ran away in fear of him. Dylan just stood there, half-smoked cigarette, muttering,
"What the fuck....did I just see?"