In spite of being a gigantic teenage rebel at the age of 24, I somehow never took up smoking. This is unusual, given my love of walking out of parties and standing out in the cold while doing things that could conceivably kill me.
What stopped me? Freaking Superman. Sure, these ads aired when I was but a tiny Jon, perhaps one egg wide - and sure, I think they only aired on the other side of the Atlantic - and sure, I've linked to one of them before - but I'm reasonably sure I can credit my smoke-free lungs to the mere existence of these PSAs.
Meet Nick O'Teen, cigarette enthusiast and rad themed hat aficionado. His evil scheme? Getting irritating British tots to smoke. His weapon? Lies.
I rather like how Superman beats O'Teen by crushing his cigarettes and shaming him offstage by revealing his nightmarish halitosis. Nick gets off freaking light, man.
Superman hates repeat offenders, though.
Yeah. He threw that guy into orbit. Don't give kids cigarettes, people.