"He'll be sorrowful looking enough in a moment -- after he realizes he's drinking a 'Natural Ice!'"
Confession time: I kind of covet those boots. The rest of the get-up? Not so much. And that facial hair is way too tentative and delicate for my tastes -- like he could sneeze and it would gently explode and then drift away on an air current. Like a dandelion! (See also: that blond douche from "The Hills.")
(This is from "Shadow Play" #1, from the reliably boring Whitman Comics in 1982. No month given, probably because it was destined to plague the gift shops of various Stuckey's and Nickerson Farms, accreting root beer spatter and chocolate thumb-prints until it became a sticky boulder that was used by a robber to bludgeon the night manager.)
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We had breakfast at a Stuckeys once while on vacation when I was a kid.
What a horrible, horrible experience.
I think I'm either too young or I live in the wrong part of the country or something to understand the references in that last paragraph. I've never even heard of Whitman comics!
Nothing to do with that, really, but it strikes me that with Ralph and Sue Dibney now wandering around as ghosts, it might be the right time for DC to do an all-ghost superteam, led by Deadman. How cool would that be?
Look at the head on that beer - Señor Fancyboots doesn't even put a dent in it!
That's one lightweight phantom.
Maybe he died of shame.
A "sad cavallier"? Please, can you say "Gay Ghost"? DC always in the lead when it came to these things.
As for the boots, I'm all for pirate boots, but the brooch on these ones...well, can you say "Gay Ghost" ?
I've known a few ghosts like that...one drink and they are crying and saying "I'm so sorry, dude! I've been rotten to you!" Of course there are others who are mean drunks....poltergeist city!!!
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I suppose it's better than covetting his collar. Is that the ghost of the outfit he died in?
"that Ghost, Phantom or whatever,"
Oh c'mon. Nail it down. I'm not going to have any idea what number I need for a Turning attempt if you don't let me know what exact undead I'm facing. My cleric's 9th level! What number do I need Mr. Highcollar?
I've had that reaction whilst drinking. Usually, though, it's because the bartender's given me a Strongbow instead of a Clancy's.
Real beer + ghost gullet = a tragic waste of alcohol
Lurker: great D&D ref.
And of course those are "Gay Ghost" boots; BB covets them!!!
At least this guy is not that Blue Blade dude from "The Twelve"; who wore no shirt, not pants, but boots, hat and cape! And he has gloves, and some sort of diaper thingy. Look!
Jon: It's scarring, isn't it? Have you considered joining a support group?
Justin: Consider yourself lucky. And yes, an all-ghost team would be cool. But who do I look like? Dan Didio? (Don't answer that.)
Spazmo: Yeah, the ghost is more of a "Zima" man.
Gustavo: Naw, see, man, the brooches are hella tough, like, they got skulls and devil horns and shit on 'em, see? (I presume.)
Comixbear: You really ought to have your own detective show/domestic drama on one of the major networks. Move over Patricia Arquette and Jennifer Love-Hewitt!
Bill S.: You're blowing my mind, man. In other news, my hands are huge!
Lurker: NERD!!! (And I mean that in the nicest possible way.)
Jonathan: Well, no wonder if you're crying like that! Try punching him in the kisser. Always works for me!
Captain Nice Guy: On the plus side, the bartender gets to sell it again after the ghost vanishes. It's a scam, I tells ya!
MaGnUs: My eyes--!
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