Superosity is delicious. It is the very essence of joy. When life gets me down, Mrs. Brown, and things seem hard or tough, it's Superosity which brings things back into perspective. When I'm feeling pimply and my knees are turning blue, it's Superosity which eases my nervousness. A cure to despair procured from a strange man in the unexpectedly dusty corner of a garish casino. Superosity is a full pack of cards and each one a Joker. A wild ride to the legendary all-you-can-eat buffet with nothing but seafood. And ice cream. As sobering a dose of unreality as half a bottle of gin swallowed in one gulp after a hard day in the salt mines, the remainder of the bottle being reserved for after you've vomited up the first half.
Without Superosity, the world would be a cold place indeed. It is hard to imagine how humanity ever existed prior to its creation.