Superman sighed. For the past 700 years, his life had been nothing but excruciating agony as his nearly-invincible body was slowly and painfully digested by the stomach juices of the creature who had swallowed him, the fabled Glaggorith of Acho'Ra. As much as he wanted to escape, he knew that if agitated, the Glaggorith would instantly spew 400 tons of venom on all that surrounded him, potentially killing millions of innocent Acho'Rans, so for the past centuries he had stayed put. But now, Superman had had enough. He was beginning to get downright peeved.
By this time, all of Superman's limbs had been digested into nothingness, but that was no biggie for the Man of Steel. Using his flying, he simply launched himself through the creature until he had completely torn through its body.
Unfortunately, in so doing, the Glaggorith did indeed spew 400 tons of venom, killing virtually all the residents of Acho'Ra.
"Man! Now I'm freaking depressed!" Superman grumbled. He laid down on the ground and cried for the next 45 years.
Once those 45 years had elapsed, he decided to return to Earth. Unfortunately, the Earth had been destroyed by some supervillains or something sometime in the past 745 years when Superman was absent.
Now, Superman was so sad, you might even say he was super sad. As a result of being so sad, he didn't know what to do. So he decided to just stay in one place and spin around.
He kept spinning and spinning, more and more. Soon, travelers from all over the galaxy came to see the famous landmark that came to be known as "the Spinning Superman".
As he saw all the millions of tourists, Superman smiled. It just goes to show that sometimes those who smile the biggest, are also those who cry the hardest. Next time you see a limbless man in the depths of space spinning in place, don't assume you know what they've gone through. Everyone out there is fighting a battle...some bigger than you can imagine, some smaller than you can imagine.
The End.