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Name the Source of that Irritating Racket! (AAAEE!)
- Slasher's eye-lasers
- Demitrius' poorly thought-out and grossly undefined mental powers
- Air escaping from Iron Man's armor while it melts
- Tony's self-pity, which has transcended mere words to manifest as an endless, ominpresent keening, like unto the banshee washer-women of lore. (Christ, now I'm writing like Conway. Somebody, slap me! No, belay that, you'd just screw it up. I'll slap me! ...YEOWW!)
- Marianne, all the way from her crappy hotel room
- The squealing tires of the sinister VW van, as Lucie runs their asses down and ends this stupid comic for once and for all.
- Whitepants the Brave, pining for more sweet, sweet armor-humpin'.
- Senator Stogie, ramming his "appropriations bill" through some page's "subcommittee."
- Me, as I realize I still have one-and-a-half pages left of this four-color turdburger to blog.
8 comments:
No, it's Fountain Pen Man making his first appearance, and he's singing about it.
On a completely different note BB, will you please rescue Cyclone's outfit? I think you didn't see my request on this entry's comments. Or you did, but you ignored it altogether. :P Please rescue her, she's wearing stockings and a drape!!!
Iron Man seems to be dripping some kind of liquid there.
He didn't just pee himself, did he?
Dang inability to remember HTML codes... let's try this reply AGAIN.
MaGnUs: Sorry, buddy, but like I said back on June 18 (which I tried to link to and failed) I'm not taking any more redesign requests until I can work through my massive backlog. So I guess I kind of was ignoring it! Or at least, I had chosen to not take it as a serious request, because that way I didn't have to respond to it, and yet your feelings would still theoretically be spared (cake, and I'm eating it, too!). Er, oops.
Dave: Relax, it's just diarrhea.
He's melting! What a world, what a world! Ahhhhaaaee!
Yeah. It's Iron Man. Peeing himself. Again. "Aaaee" is the sound of initial relief, followed by, well, Marianne and Whitepants at least deserve phone calls about it.
Seriously, didn't we already have a panel where his lower body was inexplicably soaked? Hang on. I must use...MY EYES!!
Eerie. No, I just suggested it'd be funny. And it is. And plays out almost exactly as you suggest:
http://blockadeboy.blogspot.com/2007/08/red-metal-boot-diaries.html
Wait a cotton-pickin' minute! Did you say there was cake?
Courage man! Not much more crap to wade through!
And then you'll miss it, I'm sure.
Jon: Heh. Maybe that's not a laser after all. Maybe Slasher is spraying him with a Diet Cherry 7-UP cannon. (That'd definitely make me seize up. And then I'd have to go kick somebody's ass.)
Anonymous: Hey, maybe you're psychic! Easy with the crabclaw tentacles, dude! And yes, there's cake. And you can eat it, too!
Siskoid: That sad part is, you're probably right.
No worries BB... and I'll have some of that cake, but tonic water for me instead of cherry 7UP.
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