Hawkeye (Vol. 4), Issue #5 – “The Tape (Part 2)”

* Part 5 of 5 of the My Life as a Weapon storyline *

Welcome to Loneliness & Cheeseburgers Presents: Hawkeye (Vol. 4), Issue #5 – “The Tape (Part 2)”! In the previous installment, Clint Barton learns that S.H.I.E.L.D. fucking misplaced a VHS tape of him assassinating the world’s biggest terrorist and now they’re tasking him with going to a fancy auction on the other side of the world and buying it back. FANTASTICAL. Because it is.

Madame Masque is very interested in the tape and bids one billion euros, clinching ownership. BUT THEN IN A TWIST, it was actually Kate Bishop in a Madame Masque mask! Oh snap!

Meanwhile, Barton’s being skulked by a handful of assassins in his own hotel room. lol.


Hawkeye (Vol. 4), Issue #5 [February, 2013]
Written by: Matt Fraction
“The Tape (Part 2)”

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With his whole person still tied to a chair, Clint Barton throws himself through the window of his 900th story hotel room. He looks down as he falls and decides that his situation is much better than it was a few seconds ago when ninjas were prowling around his premises. All sorts of trying to hack him up with swords and knives. He fights these guys, barely, and leaps through the window. Now we’re back to where we started!

Kate Bishop, having successfully secured the tape of Barton killing a high-level terrorist politician criminal mastermind genius plumber extraordinaire, watches the tape of Barton killing the high-level terrorist politician actor-turned-home decorator spunky and available casanova extraordinaire. Right in the eyeballs, two arrows, while a couple of prostitutes helplessly watch. “Clint killed Du Ke Feng,” she says to herself as she views this VHS tape on her Blu-Ray player.

Shit, do you know what this means? It means the Avengers are liars. S.H.I.E.L.D. are liars. If they’re lying, who else is lying? Congress? It’s anarchy!

A security agent raps on Bishop’s door. She dons her Madame Masque’s madame mask, opens the door, and is like “wtf mate?” The guy heard a crash. Then he barges in because he hears another crash. Then they discover the real Madame Masque tied up in another room, kicking around and breaking things.

Now two agents are pointing their guns at the still-masked Bishop, who holds up her hands in the universal expression of “I don’t like being shot at, please.”

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Don’t look now, Kate Bishop, but I think Clint Barton is positively falling for you!

Falling, falling, falling, Barton prepares to the kiss the ground and suffer blunt force trauma to his entire butt when suddenly, and with a WOOSH, an aircraft swoops in and catches the falling Barton. It’s some sort of weird air jetski shaped like a giant slug, and Maria Hill is driving it. He breaks the chair upon impact, setting him free. Next thing you know, all the ninjas have leapt aboard themselves and start fighting Barton for a bit while Hill flies around recklessly.

Long story short, they all fall down.

Back in Madame Masque’s hotel room, she fumes about the secret service agents allowing a CHILD like Kate Bishop to infiltrate her quarters and steal her identity and buy the tape and then watch the tape and, oh yeah, also tie her up and stuff. The agents are carrying Bishop by the arms. Then a puzzling exchange occurs.

“Wait. You’re a kid – do you smoke?” Madame Masque asks Bishop.

“I… excuse me?”

“Smoke. Cigarette. Children smoke cigarettes. Are you one?”

“…no?”

“Good girl. Smart. Live Longer. I smoked for years…”

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She’ll also use the top of your head as a beer coaster.

Then Madame Masque starts yammering about smoking cigarettes and trying to quit and how the trying to quit had made her really hate smoking. Just the lack of control over herself was completely awful. But now, she really wants a cigarette. She’d pay $1,000 for one right now. Then she’ll burn Bishop’s face. It’s a pretty violent threat. Keep the kids out of the room for this one.

Madame Masque returns to the party with a sad Kate Bishop in tow, but the festivities are quickly cut short by a floating slug-like air jetski outside of the window. “My ride’s here,” Bishop smiles and Barton readies an arrow. With a FWIP (which isn’t in comic, but it’s in my HEADCANON), the arrow shatters the giant glass pane and Barton leaps through.

The shock of a huge floor-to-ceiling window shattering gives Barton and Bishop enough time to run the fuck away. But wait, oh shit and fuck and damn, where’s the tape? THE TAPE, WOMAN. THE TAPE. WHERE’S THE TAPE?? *smack punch bruise*

It’s still in the VHS player where she left it. D’oh! Gotta get it before it gets leaked to the internet and becomes the hottest sensation since that video where the guy dies fucking the horse. Meanwhile, ninja stars are coming at them in all directions and it’s chaos, man. This isn’t worth it!

After a bit more bru-ha-ha, they make their way to Madame Masque’s room to retrieve the tape. For some reason, they see fit to have an emotional exchange while being heavily persued by a hotel full of very strong, mean people.

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I know right? It’s like put that blacklight away. Ha ha…

“I… I watched it, Clint.”

“You shouldn’t have done that.”

“I know. I just went through so much, dressing up like Masque to get it that I–”

“Some things you can’t un-see, Kate. Ever.”

“You said you never killed anybody.”

“No I didn’t.”

“Pretty sure you did.”

“No, I didn’t, because that’d be lying. I will never lie to you, Kate. Ever. About anything. Otherwise, what’s the point?”

Awww, so sweet. Like a packet of that saccharine shit that causes cancer.

Then Barton realizes that it was Bishop that was digging around his groin looking for the S.H.I.E.L.D. credit card. Gross!

As they hobble toward the elevator, Madame Masque comes around the corner. “You and I have a date with a pack of Gitanes–” she says, chasing them down with a gun. Then she shoots the gun. But the two had entered the elevator already when the lady shot the gun. Then the lady shoots the elevator doors. “Next time, Hawkeye,” she says like Dr. Claw from Inspector Gadget. “Next time.”

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Try Newports next time for a classier cigarette!

It’s revealed in the elevator that Masque did indeed shoot Barton right in the fucking chest. Good thing he was wearing a bulletproof vest, as all smart young men do in this economy. He blacks out and wakes up in the hospital surrounded by loved ones (yeah right), but mostly Maria Hill, Nick Fury, and Kate “The Slate” Bishop. Barton suffered cracked ribs and a bruised liver. Also a head wound. And a broken heart. And shingles, probably.

“But we won, right?” he asks. “Everything turned out okay?”

This is the part where Nick Fury says a lot of words. It amounts to this: The Hawkeye tape was a decoy. Du Ke Feng was actually killed by Navy Seals, and their identities remain safe. Someone was trying to figure out who they were, so S.H.I.E.L.D. created three decoy tapes to throw them off the scent (the other two had Captain “Shitfuck” America, and Logan “Wolverine” O’Donanhue Tambor Lennon Spacey Colbert, respectively). They effectively flushed out the mole! Madame Masque was moling it up! Thanks for your help!

“So you were… all this was theater?” Bishop cries incredulously. “People could’ve gotten killed. We could’ve gotten killed.”

Oh boo hoo. Barton gave them permission. Seemed like the right thing to do. These Navy Seals have families. Barton has his jar of mustard and his little pud. “I dunno, I wanted to help.”

Kate Bishop touches his hand. “You’re okay, Barton. Anybody ever tell you that? As far as people go, you’re okay.”

Final Thoughts

OK, this series is pretty good. I like some gritty, flawed characters but it’s too bad that Barton didn’t actually kill that guy.

But he did kill SOME guy, and I’m sure that won’t be revealed at all ever.

I may come back to this one sooner rather than later. I haven’t liked a bow-and-arrow man this much since… that guy who steals from the rich and gives to the poor. What’s his name? Bill Murray?

Batman: The Long Halloween, Issue #11 – “Chapter Eleven: Roman Holiday”

* Part 11 of 13 of the Batman: The Long Halloween limited series *

Welcome to Loneliness & Cheeseburgers Presents: Batman: The Long Halloween, Issue #11 – “Chapter Eleven: Roman Holiday”! In the previous installment, a civilian gets murdered by Holiday on Independence Day. A lowly coroner down at the docks. Not much happens beside that. We find out Sofia Falcone and Salvatore Maroni are having a tryst. Harvey Dent wants to get the fuck out of Gotham City once everything with Holiday and the Roman blows over. Batman stops a Scarecrow crime.

We’re not any closer to finding the identity of Holiday. I still think it’s Bruce Wayne hopped up on methamphetamines. That’s the only likely conclusion that I can think of!


Batman: The Long Halloween, Issue #11 [October, 1997]
Written by: Jeph Loeb
“Chapter Eleven: Roman Holiday”

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Gilda looks at her smelly husband with her giant doe eyes. “Please. Tell me the truth,” she says. She found something on the workbench in their basement. A gun. The kind that Holiday uses to kill jerks on holidays.

“It’s evidence,” he snaps, swiping the weapon out of her hot little hands. “We’re all working on this ‘Holiday’ thing. It has to stop.”

Gilda is still suspicious. Since when does Harvey bring back evidence from the office? I mean, there was that giant stuffed panda bear he took home from the Giant Stuffed Panda Bear Sacrificial Bonfire Cult case, but that was different! He won that at the cult carnival!

Harvey looks angry enough to beat his wife within an inch of her life. He says he brings evidence home all the time, god fucking cunting damnit! Now out of my way, woman. No more filthy questions from your whore mouth! *stomp stomp stomp* *slam*

The day is August 2nd. Batman enters a bar in broad daylight asking the whereabouts of “him”. The barkeep isn’t taking too kindly to this one question, so he tries hitting Batman with a baseball bat. Batman stops it and beats up the barkeep.

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The old “break a chair over my head” gambit? Nice try, pal. I took my vitamins today.

After the brawl is over, the Riddler shows up to put in his two cents: “Why is Batman like a rowboat? They both have a bow to take.” He claps to himself, the only round of applause he’ll likely ever receive. “I’ve been looking for you, Riddler,” Batman growls. The Riddler looks like an emaciated Stanley Tucci. He’s smiling drunk at a corner table.

“On April Fool’s Day, you saw him, didn’t you? You saw ‘Holiday’.”

“Yes. And No.” Riddler hiccups. Batman grabs the shot glass of out his ugly hand and demands to know what the Roman wanted of him that evening. Riddler smiles and tells him that the Roman wanted to know who Holiday was. “He didn’t like my answers.”

Batman thinks that Holiday spared Riddler so that he could tell everyone that the Roman was looking for his identity. It’s all coming together like a jigsaw puzzle with exactly two pieces.

Elsewhere, Carla Falcone, Carmine’s ham-faced sister, is questioning his behavior. The Roman has been hiring freaks and insane people. Riddler! Scarecrow! Mad Hatter! Poison Ivy! And for what? For this! For this?!

Anyway, Sofia enters the room and tells Carla and Carmine that ”they’re ready” for them.

Salvatore Maroni, now the chief witness against Carmine Falcone, smiles through a cigarette while straightening his tie.

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Just checkin’ your pecs and gluts, my good man.

Jim Gordon pats the guy down before he strolls into the courtroom. Outside, Vernon offers Maroni a bottle of Pepto Bismol or Pepcid AC or an enema, whatever helps a sour stomach. Maroni is like “huh”, but accepts the bottle.

Harvey Dent is surrounded by charts and graphs, no doubt prepared on his latest version of Microsoft Powerpoint, and calls Maroni to the witness stand. Dent is positively giddy. The case of a lifetime. The beginning of the end of “The Roman Empire” as it were! “And for the first time, perhaps ever, Gotham City will be rid of an evil that has nearly choked the life out of it.”

Yeah, right. Like there aren’t 800 other crime bosses waiting their turn.

Carmine Falcone walks into a surprise birthday party! His family tells him to make a wish over his cake candles, and he smiles quite devilishly at the thought of finally owning a copy of Paul Blart: Mall Cop on Blu-Ray.

Maroni testifies, mentions his stomach ulcer, talks about all the fellas he’s murdered and thrown in the Gotham River. The river is just lousy with dead bodies if you wanna check. “I ask you now. Under oath,” Dent points a finger at Maroni. “Didn’t you commit all these murders and felonies under direct orders from Carmine ‘The Roman’ Falcone?”

Maroni starts coughing.

Maroni keeps coughing.

Maroni pulls out the bottle of antacid.

Dent leans in to ask Maroni his question again.

Maroni splashes Dent in the eyes with antacid juice.

Carmine blows out his candles.

Dent screams — screams and writhes on the floor. “You’re dead, Dent!” Maroni shouts. “That stuff’ll eat through cement! Did you really think you had me?! Did you?!”

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It sounded like this: EHHH OOOOHH EEEEEEE!!! ARRRGGHHH!! HOOOWAAHHHH!!

At Gotham Hospital, Jim and Barbara Gordon wait with a sobbing Gilda Dent in the hall. The doctor comes through the door. “Mrs. Dent? Your husband… is gone…” he says hilariously. Then he explains that he didn’t die, he just escaped. Heh heh.

Then the doctor doubles over, revealing a knife in his back. Hilarity times two!

We end at the coroner’s office. Carla Falcone is there in secert, thumbing through all the files in the Holiday cabinet; a file for each murdered victim.

Then she gets shot. The end.

Final Thoughts

WHO IS GOING TO STOP THIS HOLIDAY?! WE ONLY HAVE TWO ISSUES LEFT, WON’T SOMEBODY STOP HIM BEFORE HE KILLS AGAIN?!

Also, where did Harvey Dent go? Disney World??

East of West, Issue #44 – “Conquest”

* Part 15 of 16 of the The Apocalypse: Year Three storyline *

Welcome to Ghostliness & Nerfherders Presents: East of West, Issue #44 – “Conquest”! In the previous installment, the following happened:

-The Three Horsemen take Babylon to the Valley of the Gods where they died.

-Death visits the Oracle.

-Archibald and Xiaolian are in a heated battle with both sides rather evenly matched.

Two more issues to go! Is Babylon going to eat the Earth like a tasty Chicken McNugget?? He’s a lucky boy!


East of West, Issue #44 [November, 2019]
Written by: Jonathan Hickman
“Conquest”

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There’s only one way this ends…

“Don’t just sit there gloating, man, tell me… Are they all gone? Are they all dead?” Bel Solomon looks weary. Archibald pores over his battle plans, puffing on his cigar. No, they are not all dead. This is taking forever! Can’t we just drop the syphilis bombs?

Xiaolian looks defeated, but then the bombed Widowmakers start rising from the bloodshed. “It’s not so easy to kill a Dragon,” her sideman says. “Not so easy to kill a Widowmaker.”

They get up and prepare to charge Archibald’s army again. “We win or die here today! Forward! For MAO!”

Lots of fighting.

Lots of carnage.

Lots of blood.

Lots of guts.

Lots of cum.

I’m just adding some space so I can post a panel.

Do I have enough room yet?

I think so?

Yeah, I’ll give it a go.

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War is Heck, man. War is Heck.

“I’m sorry, my love…” Xiaolian speaks into her one-way Death walkie-talkie. “If you can hear me… I’m sorry. I wanted more than anything to see our child again and to hold you both. But I cannot stand by, watching as my people die, and do nothing.” She is presented with a pair of curved blades. She’s gonna enter the fray!

Bel Solomon brings this to Archibald’s attention…

Wolf and Freeman are in awe…

And Xiaolian is ready to fuck a bitch up!

One of us lives, one of us dies.

“Mao has left her perch and is headed for the battlefield, sir!” screams Archibald’s very open-mouthed general. “What do you want us to do?”

Archibald tells him to do nothing. This is for him to enjoy.

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That Carlos Mencia is hilarious!

He doesn’t care about acts of bravery. He has so sympathy for fools. He’s going to take advantage of this tout suite. He laughs maniacally! This is entertainment of the highest order! Grab the popcorn and the Milk Duds! “Sit back, Bel. Sit back and watch.”

Xiaolian looks absolutely deranged as she decapiates a Confederate soldier.

“This here is bloodsport,” Archibald continues, savoring each word like it’s candy on his tongue. “And it is undertaken for our amusement.”

Heads keep rolling. Xioalian is good at this. Arms, limbs. She swipes, they fall. She stands atop a giant pile of bodies while about 50 soliders train their guns on her. “Well, come on,” she says. “Who wants to die next?”

Archibald calmly revels in the calamity. He’s impressed, that’s for sure, but not impressed enough for mercy. Not even on his best day would this snakey motherfucker be merciful. “All I can offer is a swift end. Which I will not.” He means to drag this out. Cause pain and suffering and torture. Slowly.

I’ve been predicting this for many issues, but this right here is going to be his downfall.

“John, I want you to do something for me,” Wolf says, pointing at his erect penis.

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Now suplex that cactus over there. SUPLEX IT!

In the Valley of the Gods, Babylon is roughhousin’ with Conquest. Lots of rasslin’ on the ground, trying to beef this kid up to be the Great Beast. War is pleased with his progress. “You’re the manifestation of Death pushing himself too far. You’re his weakness… and you’ll be his undoing.”

Babylon is like “cool story, bro” and says he can think of another way of looking at things. Balloon chimes in to say that Babylon, as you all remember, was born and raised in a virtual environment. He’s run through thousands upon thousands of scenarios just like this one. Famine “Hrmpt!”s at this! Conquest, though, finds this information worthy of consideration. “He’s the Great Beast.” He looks to War. “Why don’t you ask him what we should do.”

Babylon has figured out how to beat Death! He’s been crunching the numbers and it’s foolproof! Ready for it? Here it is…

Apologize. Be his friend and apologize. Give Babylon back, he’ll let bygones be bygones. Promise.

“…yeah, can’t see that coming to pass,” says War. “We’re just going to have to fight it out.”

“Well then…” Babylon responds. “You’re fucked.”

Speaking of fucked, Xiaolian waits for the inevitable butchering of her person. “LET’S FINISH THIS!” she says, but the roaring of the Hell Beast, Buer, rumbles in the background. Ye Gods!

It speaks!

“Thissss isssss what comesss of war. Death and dying in vain. Sssssweet oblivion for the meatssssss.”

Oh, he’s eating everyone up all right. Freeman rides him like a horse and orders him to grab Xiaolian and get the hell out of here. He obeys.

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Ew.

Xiaolian angrily asks Freeman why he saved her. Because Wolf asked. Wolf asked and Freeman said ok. “Something about him and your husband. Debts and honor and a bit more bullshit. I agreed because you didn’t deserve to go out like that. So when you see my brother, make sure you thank him… But remember, it was me who got it done.”

Fair enough, boss.

Archibald’s very loud and constantly horrorstruck general asks if they should pursue them. Archibald asks what for? He thought at first a slow death would be fun, but leaving her alive with nothing? There’s a certain deliciousness to that as well! “It suits her,” he says, obviously packed to the gills with sour grapes.

Flashback to the Axis when War plucked the Oracle’s eyeballs right out of her sockets. “I spoke too much truth… I spoke of love… And your defeat at the hands of it,” she tells Death, who, as you recall, is paying her a little visit.

Death takes out his gun and shoots her shackles right off of her. “Yes… That’s part of it.” She lunges at Death nudely. “But not all. You still owe me an eye, Death!”

And he brought her one all right. A rhyming type, to be sure.

She doesn’t want it.

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Tastes like chicken!

“I’ve always hated them – my old eyes. Because I’ve always known… They were never the pair I was meant to end with.”

“Shit,” Death says to himself right before the Oracle plucks his remaining eye out of its socket.

“Thank you, Death. Thank you for righting this old wrong.”

She suddenly morphs into a very beautiful, but very sad, but very vibrant, woman. “Ah. Ah, much better. Now, you blind fool of a man…” she grabs his hand gingerly. “Let’s go find your son.”

Meanwhile, Archibald kicks up his heels. “Tell me, Bel… Was today as satisfying for you as it was for me?” And Bel all but tells Archibald that he can go fuck himself with a barbed wire pineapple. He’s tired of all this. He can’t take it anymore. “Can’t we just put an end to this?” Bel asks, implying his own swift death. Absolutely not! If anything else, Archibald wants to raise him up! He’s Bel Solomon, go-getter extraordinaire! And then Archibald will strike him down! Ha!

Suddenly, a large explosion rocks their ship. Soldiers get picked off left and right. Archibald tells Bel to strap in, this is the part where he’ll be raised up!

It’s Thomas the Hunter. It’s Justice. And he’s here to deliver it.

Archibald looks on smugly. “Hmmm… so you say… so we’ll see.”

Final Thoughts

One more issue to go! I don’t know how in the ungodly fuck they’re going to wrap this up. Maybe Issue #45 will be 44 times longer than a regular issue? That might do nicely.

Betty and Veronica (Vol. 2), Issue #82

Welcome to Archieness & Riverdalers Presents: Betty and Veronica (Vol. 2), Issue #82!

This is the third part of the “Love Showdown” four-part arc! Catch the first part here. Catch the second part here Catch the third part here. Oh wait, you’re already here.


Betty and Veronica (Vol. 2), Issue #82 [November, 1994]

Betty and Veronica (Vol. 2), Issue #82


”Love Showdown (Part 3)” – Dan Parent

In my headcanon, after only reading two issues of any Archie comic book so far, Archie is completely oblivious that either girl actually likes him. He’s got this “Aw shucks, a flower for me? That’s a great thing for a friend to do!” attitude. He has no fucking clue that he could be getting his dick sucked by both of them at the same time any day he wanted it. Does he not know this shit?

Archie and Veronica are jitterbuggin’ at the Lodge Family Fundraiser for Helping the Diseased Children Matt Gaetz Has Fucked, but Archie feels bad for leaving Betty behind to fix his car. It’s like, yeah, you should feel bad. Did you hear yourself saying it out loud? It doesn’t sound good, sir.

A few boys turn their attention toward the door where a new patron has entered.

“I-It’s Betty!” stammers Archie.

“I don’t believe it!” stammers Veronica, not believing it.

“Hi guys! I thought I’d pop in!” Betty jubilates.

“Well, pop out!” yells Veronica. “You don’t have tickets for tonight!”

Betty doesn’t care. She’ll crash any Matt Gaetz-related fundraiser she wants. Since she’s a friend of the family, Veronica’s dad let her in! Let’s boogie, kids!

Veronica throws shade about Betty’s dress (which used to be hers) and motions to Archie to come on over and throw some of his own shade. Archie, instead, drools and starts stroking his dang ol’ ding dong. He and every other teenage boy in the room. Betty soaks up the attention. Veronica has had it.

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I JUST DID A KEY BUMP, BOYS! THE NIGHT IS YOUNG!

Veronica rips Archie’s arm out of his socket dragging him to the other side of the room, away from Betty and her lousy pheromones. The boys all take turns dancing with Betty. Archie can’t stop staring like a lovesick baboon, and, finally, it’s his turn to get freaky with the girl next door. “HERE I COME!” he hollers, running at her like she’s a steak while Veronica smacks her head all like “D’oh!”

Archie and Betty “tear up the dance floor”, so to speak while Veronica fumes and shits herself with anger. “This is my worst nightmare, Betty getting more attention than me, especially from Archie!”

Now, maybe I’m just blind to Archie’s alleged charms, but this kid has no fucking charisma. What’s to like about this nerd? Does he have a 45-inch dick or something? 45-inch balls?

Veronica decides to jump right between Betty and Archie and leap around like a crazed leopard. “Paula Abdul, eat your heart out!” she exclaims (lol) while Betty looks livid and Archie looks somewhat scared. Time for a good old fashioned competition!

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I knew it! Ronnie’s a squirter!

Betty starts doing splits and cartwheels, which Veronica can’t stand seeing without trying some of her own moves. It culminates in her splashing her vagina right in the punchbowl, ruining the evening (or enhancing it) for everyone. “I meant to do that!” she smiles, dripping wet, ass soaking up all the punch.

“Archie! Are you going to help me, or what?” Veronica reaches out of Archie’s hand, but he’s with Betty roughly 340 feet away.

“Oh, sure! I was just lining up my next dance with Betty!”

Well, fuck this shit. Veronica is fucking out of here. As she takes a pensive walk down the street, she realizes that she needs to fight fire with fire. “Maybe I need to take some new steps in keeping Archie!” she says.

Veronica’s going to bash Betty’s head in with a rock, calling it now.

The next day, Veronica has burned a batch of muffins to a crisp. This will surely impress Archie! He loves eating charcoal! “Betty’s homing in on my glamorous territory,” Veronica tells her alarmed father as smoke fills the kitchen, suffocating everyone, “so I’ve decided to pick up some of her Archie-grabbing domestic traits!!”

Easy on the fucking exclamation points, Ronnie. You don’t want to bust a vocal chord.

Veronica made a huge mess in the kitchen, but that’s ok! Their grossly underpaid servants can clean it up for her. Veronica then throws all the muffins in a sack and carries them over to where Archie and Betty are hanging out: some nondescript area near the street. She offers Archie a horrible muffin, which he politely takes even though he knows it’s going to kill him. “HMM! UGH! GRUNT!” he bawls while trying to even sink his teeth into the rock hard lump of petrified carbon.

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Delicious, Veronica. It tastes like if dirt was covered in dirt.

“My tooth! I broke my tooth!” whines Archie. Betty’s gonna take him to the dentist because why not? Archie doesn’t have parents with insurance or anything. Veronica dumps her muffins in the garbage angrily as Jughead approaches and makes fun of them for looking like they’re hard as rocks. “Get out of my life forever, creep,” she says, throwing a muffin right at his dome.

Now Reggie shows up to give Veronica some shit. Betty’s competing with Veronica and winning Archie because she’s trying to be Veronica! This is something that Reggie, who I thought was very, very dumb, points out to her.

“Archie getting that love note has left you shaken,” Reggie tells her.

“It’s a last ditch attempt!” she says, thinking about being Betty and going the nice route. Good tactic. Maybe she can try making Archie some muffins!

Nope, Reggie’s got a plan. He’s mean and conniving and dastardly and he’s going to make a real man out of Veronica! Just you wait!

But next time. This story is over for now! One last installment to go! I “can’t wait”.


”The Doorstop” – Frank Doyle

Archie and Jughead are rollerblading like it’s 1994! Betty and Veronica make fun of these dorks with lines like “Where are Grumpy, Sneezy, and Dopey?” and “Far as I’m concerned they’re both Dopey!” Settle down, girls. You’re going to go to Hell if you keep up this rudeness.

Betty fawns over the boys as they zip away. “They are pretty good on those blades, though.”

Veronica wants a pair of her very own! So she sends in 450 cereal box tops and waits eight weeks for them to arrive at her door. Betty visits and finds Veronica zipping around the indoor pool area perimeter with her blades and two-piece bathing suit, one slip away from drowning forever! “I’m going to beat the pants off those egotistical roadrunners,” Veronica says of Archface and Jugface. Betty thinks that’s swell and keen, but why the FUCK is she practicing in the pool area? Because it’s private! And why does that matter? Because she wants to go public only when she’s really, really, really, really good. Keep up.

“Watch this!” Veronica says, doing triple lutzes on the poolside, one poor move away from splitting her head open forever! But no, she’s a real natural; flipping and twirling and doing backflips and indie nosebones and 900 shoveits and all sorts of other cool, dope moves.

“I think you’ve mastered the sport, girl! You’re going to blow them away!”

“That’s my fondest wish!”

Time to take this to the streets! Betty opens the front door so that Veronica can make a grand exit, but it works as well as a screen door on a butthole. A draft blows through the house and… well… you know.

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Veronica died on the way back to her home planet.

The whole town talks about Veronica’s black eye. The end.


”Game Plan” – Frank Doyle

“Betty! It’s Mr. Lodge! He sounds very agitated! What would Veronica’s father want with you?”

Betty’s nearly-identical mother can’t fathom that maybe Veronica’s father wants to fuck her daughter’s young, teenage friend and lose everything he has in a divorce and a lawsuit.

Mr. Lodge looks like a Sharknado just tore through his lower intestine. “Betty! Please! Get over here as soon as you can! We’ve got trouble!”

Trouble only Betty Cooper can fix?? SHE’LL BE RIGHT THERE, YOU BETTER BELIEVE IT! YOU KNOW, SHE WAS JUST IN THE MIDDLE OF HOMEWORK, BUT, YEAH, THIS SEEMS MORE IMPORTANT! CERTAINLY SOMETHING RONNIE’S FATHER CAN’T DO HIMSELF, I’M SURE!

Betty shows up to find a happy Veronica clicking around her computer. Mr. Lodge looks concerned. “ZELKO!!” he shrieks like a mental patient. “She’s hooked on it!”

 Betty and Veronica (Vol. 2), Issue #82

OK, sir, clearly you need to take your medicine and lie down.

Zelko is the hottest new game in town, and Veronica is addicted. And when she gets the high school, she feels a rush of adrenaline! Then she wants to beat that high score? Can you believe it?? Sounds like Betty needs to perform, at the very least, a lobotomy-exorcism.

Veronica hops around ecstatically. “Soon I’ll be the absolute Zelko master!!” she cries, doing the Snoopy dance. The record is 900 bricks, and she just scored 750.

Betty has hatched a plan. “Madame Duswank’s sportswear shop is having a fabulous sale at the mall!” Betty says, motioning toward the front door. Veronica doesn’t care; there’s fuckin’ Zelko to play.

“S-She passed up a chance to shop!” Betty tells Mr. Lodge. Things are definitely serious. Pretty soon she’ll throw Archie into a jet engine just to get a score of 825.

Veronica has the face of a serial killer as she cheers herself on during the next game. “Pack those bricks in nice and snug,” she tells herself, which is what she’ll be doing to Archie’s rectum just to get a score of 840.

“Time to haul out the big guns!!” Betty exclaims. She tells her that Archie wants to go to the movies. “You go with Archie while I try to beat this game!” Veronica replies hungrily.

Mr. Lodge is hopping and hooting and hollering! “Giving up Archie? That tears it!”

So what does Mr. Lodge do? He fucking rips the computer out of the wall in the middle of the night and, with the help of Smithers, packs into the car. Smithers is to drive into the lake and, if possible, not die. But don’t feel like you have to live, Smithers. This computer needs to go at any cost. “I’ll lose it, sir,” says Smithers. “But I suggest you replace it with something to take her mind off her loss!”

So Mr. Lodge buys Veronica a car. And the conniving little pistol was playing the long con!

 Betty and Veronica (Vol. 2), Issue #82

Looks like a poor person’s idea of a rich person’s car, lady.

Final Thoughts

Zelko sounds fun. Rollerblading is fun, too. Hanging out with Archie? Not so much.

The Final Photos

I’m all done! Actually, I was all done in January, and then it was fully healed by March, but I’m a busy man and I can’t be bothered to tear myself away from all the stupid Star Wars books I’m apparently reading.

What a journey it’s been! I’d thank my tattoo artist, but he has a very unique name and I’m afraid he might stumble upon this shitty blog and sneer at my decision to write up various Archie comics. Let’s just say his initials are GK and he did a bang-up job. He’s a really cool guy and, in spite of my crushing social anxiety and my tendency to be extremely nervous and intimidated by artistic types, he made me very comfortable. I couldn’t be happier.

OK, it was Gifford Kasen, owner of Logan Square Tattoo out of Chicago. The following photos are his and I don’t own them. Thanks Gifford! You are, as they say, the man.

This concludes the Chronicles of the Tattoo, at least until I get my next one someday. Smell ya later, nerds.

Chronicles of the Tattoo - The Final Photos

Chronicles of the Tattoo - The Final Photos

Chronicles of the Tattoo - The Final Photos