So. We had five whole panels of action, six if you count the one of him flying out of the plane, and it all comes to a whiplash-inducing halt with this panel where he passes out. After having saved... one person! But don't think for a moment that this story's frenetic pace is going to falter! No, you can all look forward to many, many panels of people driving places, people sitting and talking, people leaning against bedposts (fully clothed, darn it), and -- of course -- thinking, thinking, thinking! (You can thank me later.)
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I can't help but think that the lower caption might have been semi-autobiographical.
That would be cool to see him vomit through that little mouth hole.
I'm picturing one of those skits from Saturday Night Live where they projectile spew all over the place from a tube cleverly hidden in their sleeves.
Fin Fang Choom!
Great analysis of a terrible, terrible comic. Nicely done! (Are we really done?)
Anonymous: Or else Conway's editor put it there. (He'd run out of frowny-face stickers.)
Jon: Great, now I'm picturing it. ...I don't feel so good...
Gyuss Baaltar: Ah, the "Stephen Baldwin" of the Fin Fang Family.
Siskoid: Done? I ain't lettin' you off that easy! I'm ridin' this bad boy to Hell and you're all comin' with me!
Why is Tinkerbell's family swarming around Iron Man's head?
Bill S.: He forgot to put on the repellent that morning.
Ah. I thought Iron Man had well and truly failed there. Sorry about that. I've bought my ticket, I'm on the same train you are, don't worry.
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