"Blast it -- let go of my arm. Somebody might be see us. Listen, my wife's out of town and the kids are at their aunt's... meet me tonight around -- hey! You're not a cop, are you? 'Cause you have to tell me if you're a cop."
Meanwhile, Young Gerry Conway's narration foreshadows Iron Man's imminent alcoholism with its trademark hysteria. If I were Marvel's editor-in-chief, I would have created an Iron Man spin-off called "Fragile Web of Iron Man" and shunted Conway's excess caption boxes into it, thereby leaving more room for fightin'. That's "fightin'" pronounced the good old Irish way: "foyt-in"! Also, when you say it that way you're morally obligated to immediately punch somebody in the face. Hard. Storm Boy, if you could step over here for a moment...?
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I think that senator may have a wide stance.
And just tell him "no" when he ask you to "look into his subcommittee."
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