So close. If only he could have a spine for more than a few seconds at a time, he just might straighten out and control his life. Ah well.
And given the choice between two different possible scenes in that house of a female pounding a male, this one is quite preferable to what’s potentially happening off-panel in the kitchen … ::shudder::
Trust me, he’s getting a much less painful experience than Scap right now (and not just because Aunt September is related to him). If anything, he can always cheer himself up by thinking about how much worse his teammates are faring!
Bombastar? Cheering up? Pfft. He couldn’t be cheered up if a supermodel driving a solid-gold ferrari full of money and chocolate offered him a weekend of oral sex and a plate of bacon.
The whiny bum would complain that the bacon gets his heart rate up too high (as does the oral sex) and would lead to a stroke, the money would be taken by the IRS, the gold Ferrari wouldn’t run (the engine being made of gold and all), and that the supermodel is only using him to get back at her ex, who she would then return to after dumping Bombastar in an embarrassing public display of total humiliation. As for the chocolate, maybe he just doesn’t care for sweets.
Hey, at least he’s putting some passion into it! Consider that most everything else he says is muttered in an Eeyore-like drawl, I’d give him at least a few bonus points for perking up!
No kidding. If there’s one thing I’ve learned about abusive siblings, it’s that you can’t appeal to them with mercy or reason (although running like the dickens sometimes works).
We’re getting closer to the big finish of this one. Will Scapula win, or will we tally up another victory for the bully-girls (I think they’re at 100 to 0 at this point)?
One way to defuse the situation.
What does the fuse lead to anyway?
The fuse leads right up to his bright and happy head, and possibly right into his cheerful brain!
So close. If only he could have a spine for more than a few seconds at a time, he just might straighten out and control his life. Ah well.
And given the choice between two different possible scenes in that house of a female pounding a male, this one is quite preferable to what’s potentially happening off-panel in the kitchen … ::shudder::
Trust me, he’s getting a much less painful experience than Scap right now (and not just because Aunt September is related to him). If anything, he can always cheer himself up by thinking about how much worse his teammates are faring!
Bombastar? Cheering up? Pfft. He couldn’t be cheered up if a supermodel driving a solid-gold ferrari full of money and chocolate offered him a weekend of oral sex and a plate of bacon.
The whiny bum would complain that the bacon gets his heart rate up too high (as does the oral sex) and would lead to a stroke, the money would be taken by the IRS, the gold Ferrari wouldn’t run (the engine being made of gold and all), and that the supermodel is only using him to get back at her ex, who she would then return to after dumping Bombastar in an embarrassing public display of total humiliation. As for the chocolate, maybe he just doesn’t care for sweets.
See, kids? Pessimism is easy!
To hell with the Ferrari, this comments are the pure gold ones!
Thankyuh!
Doesn’t care for chocolate?
Well, that confirms it at last, he really IS evil.
Kill the chocolate-hater!
I’m going to give Bombastar a C for the villainous rant. Really, he could do better (story of his life, I’m sure).
Hey, at least he’s putting some passion into it! Consider that most everything else he says is muttered in an Eeyore-like drawl, I’d give him at least a few bonus points for perking up!
I’m sure a bonk on the head will not prevent his upcoming explosion!
It wont prevent his upcoming concussion, either!
Big sister’s heard it all before. Family is so hard to impress.
No kidding. If there’s one thing I’ve learned about abusive siblings, it’s that you can’t appeal to them with mercy or reason (although running like the dickens sometimes works).
When I started reading, I honestly thought the first bubble from poor Douglas was gonna be “Da bah dee dah bah die”
Blew (up) his house, with a blew (up) little window, and a blew (up) Corvette, and everything is…blown up.
Yeah, I was a child of the 90’s, I remember that song (and yeah, I liked it). Only saw the music video once…sheesh, I wish someone had blown THAT up!
Whatever little spine he might have had is pretty much mush by now.
Collapsed like an accordion! Maybe she can play a polka with him?
She must be really good at “whack-a-mole!”
…or Whack-a-Pathetic-Crybaby-Loser!
I’m beginning to really dislike this clowder of off-putting bully-girls. Please let Scapula win this one.
We’re getting closer to the big finish of this one. Will Scapula win, or will we tally up another victory for the bully-girls (I think they’re at 100 to 0 at this point)?
That blows pretty much too. I dunno, though. He’s gonna be a handful if he ever does grow a pair and shows ’em off.
You know what I mean. 🙂
Bombs away! He’s got a torpedo that’s bound to make a big explosion! Random other bomb-related puns with sexual innuendo! Ba-BOOM!