I love the way Hyp is checking his shoes for gunk. You are pulling out all the right touches in this story, A. Down to the very last detail. I’m entertained as well as proud of ya, bwoi!
The Sir something-a-lot pun NEVER gets old, nice!
Now Bombastar(d) will have to fight the girls all by himself in the open on Scapula’s demand.
Scapula: Hey, moron! Go get mauled by that plethora of femme fatale rejects and buy us time to get the crap outta here.
Bombastar: Whatever.
*Bombastar starts making super-hyper-mega Jackie Chan plus Bruce Lee karate moves until the convent-ant is defeated to the last (wo)man.*
Hypnausea: …….
Tigadactyl: ………
Scapula: ………………..
Bombastar: Done….. I’m going back to sleep.
The “Sir Something-a-lot” cheap shot has largely been replaced by the “____y Mc____” (i.e. “Lamey McDickwad” or “Scroty McBoogerballs”); it’s not clever at all, but by gum, SOME folks out there use it like it’s comedy gold.
I think I like your scenario a lot more than most any ending I can think of…not just in this comic, but any movie I’ve seen in a long while!
Some backup is better than no backup……. usually!
As long as the back-up doesn’t stab you in the back!
Methinks there may be a mole amongst their numbers….. I’d start looking real hard at the dude that looks like a walking tampon, if I were Scap.
A mole in the organization?! Preposterous. The Sinister Monster Doom Legion has yet to recruit the Mole Man…or Melvin Mole.
That wouldn’t be the same Melvin Mole from that old MAD comic would it?
“Huh huh huh! Dig dig dig dig! Dig in duh nice moneeeeee!”
Holy crap, Scapula actually thought that one through?
::sniff:: ::sniff::
It’s just so awesome to watch them grow up …
His paranoia is on the fritz again; he may not necessarily be correct this time, but at least he’s thinking.
Well he has a helmet at least.
Never know when they’ll need a human battering ram!
I love the way Hyp is checking his shoes for gunk. You are pulling out all the right touches in this story, A. Down to the very last detail. I’m entertained as well as proud of ya, bwoi!
Thank you very much, George. It means a lot hearing that someone out there notices all the little touches that I throw in to keep things interesting.
I think fixing his shoes was a better idea than having him picking his shnozz or scratching his ass anyhow!
The Sir something-a-lot pun NEVER gets old, nice!
Now Bombastar(d) will have to fight the girls all by himself in the open on Scapula’s demand.
Scapula: Hey, moron! Go get mauled by that plethora of femme fatale rejects and buy us time to get the crap outta here.
Bombastar: Whatever.
*Bombastar starts making super-hyper-mega Jackie Chan plus Bruce Lee karate moves until the convent-ant is defeated to the last (wo)man.*
Hypnausea: …….
Tigadactyl: ………
Scapula: ………………..
Bombastar: Done….. I’m going back to sleep.
The “Sir Something-a-lot” cheap shot has largely been replaced by the “____y Mc____” (i.e. “Lamey McDickwad” or “Scroty McBoogerballs”); it’s not clever at all, but by gum, SOME folks out there use it like it’s comedy gold.
I think I like your scenario a lot more than most any ending I can think of…not just in this comic, but any movie I’ve seen in a long while!
Yah! I love the gesturing you’ve been applying to yer sorry lot… Hypnausia especially! Kudos!
Aww, glad you enjoy that ‘gesture’ of good faith!
And a fine whine it is!
Red whine or white?