Suck it up, Tub. You just have a couple of "razor bumps." Admittedly, they're each the size of a Storck Chocolate Riesen. But still.
Now, you just have to grow out your body hair and adorn your pudgy mug with a killer biker 'stache, and the people from Colt Studio will be knocking down your door! (Also, you might want to get a pair of nipples grafted to your chest. In size XXXL.) Of course, you'll need a trustworthy agent to manage your affairs. Here. Take my card.
Hey, this ice-cream tastes like high-powered rifle!
The blocking here baffles the hell out of me. Angst was holding a rifle just a couple of panels earlier, with no indication of him being anywhere near a refrigerator or kitchenette, and then he's suddenly holding a solid gold cafeteria tray with a heapin' helpin' of ice-cream on it. Where did it even come from? And is he still holding the rifle? Perhaps, between his legs? Lovingly? Because -- barring the addition of a caption box that reads "Five minutes later" -- I can only imagine one way for this panel to make any sense at all, and it requires the rifle to be a kick-ass "sundae gun" that discharges cherry-vanilla ice-cream.
Kee-rist. O'Neil's writing gives me a headache. An ice-cream headache. I think I'll let my gaze wander over to the Hostess ad on the facing page.
Ah! Much better.
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Or maybe the soft-serve maker is working!
They could just connect the hose to his mouth. EWWW.
Lord Morgue
What!?! Hal Jordan getting pwn3d with neither a floating ass nor a head injury in sight!?!
This cannot be.
(Blue Lanterns should always be drawn with their crotches at mouth level -- it fits in with that theme of "hope".)
If he can conceive of turning a fat kid into a perfect weapon that can devastate whole armies just owing to having his balls removed, then he can conceive of an ice cream rifle.
Ahhh, but how do we KNOW that's really ice cream? It could be cherry-vanilla ANYTHING. ;-)
I love the way General Angst looks in the second panel, just all shifty and evil.
A "rifle to be a kick-ass 'sundae gun' that discharges cherry-vanilla ice-cream..." All I can think is, "That's friggin' HOT!"
My God, General Angst stole Sissyman's secret weapon!
" Mint chocolate chip would kill you instantly, but I want you to die slow. So, it's pistachio for you!"
Lord Morgue: "EWWW." Indeed. I appreciate your saying it for me!
Dave: Don't forget Hal's other other weakness: the fact that he's just plain dumb as a rock.
Justin: Good point.
Sea_of_Green: Wow, nefarious! I like your way of thinking!
Bill S.: And you just know he's holding in a really loud "MWAH-HAH-HAH!" It's killing him, not being able to say that.
Stephen: I can't say I'm surprised! :)
Erich: Holy crap! Just don't let Geoff Johns find out about that; he'll fabricate a year-long storyline out of it.
Note the use of "I hurt!"- that is a genuine Clairemontism. I'm waiting for Tubby Banekins to pick up that MEAN GIRL WHO MOCKED HIM in a Byrne Choke, now.
-Lord Morgue, 80's survivor.
Bwah! Y'know, Ox and I had some lovely garlic-stuffed Byrne Chokes at his place the other night. And sure, it made my pee smell funny, but Ox didn't really mind.
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I'll bet.
-Lord Morgue
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