My super power would be to wield a glowing pinstripe covered penis, that would be prehensile and detachable upon instruction. At my command and in a cloud of bright green mist, it would break off my body and while doing a intricate back flip, land on a grossly underdeveloped yet useable pair of legs. At this point it would walk around doing clever tricks and such, and if some evil doer ever decided to try and kill it, the individual parts reminiscent of fantasia; would proceed to develop into new servile phalluses and dance to the sound of old eighties techno songs that the urethras would play. The obsequious penises would then throw around golden glitter and talk in high picked Swedish voices, but only speaking in paradoxical euphemisms.