Batman and the Monster Men, Issue #5

* Part 5 of 6 of the Batman and the Monster Men limited series *

Welcome to Loneliness & Cheeseburgers Presents: Batman and the Monster Men, Issue #5 – “Batman and the Monster Men (Part 5)”! In the previous installment, Batman successfully fends off three giant monster men, leaving Professor Strange orgasmic with glee at witnessing such an impressive spectacle! Too bad Batman sustained many critical injuries, such as broken ribs and a prolapsed rectum.

Unluckily for Batman, Professor Strange was able to scrounge up a drop of his blood for further genetic experimentation. Prepare for the Bat to be fighting an ultra-strong version of himself by Issue #6!

Julie still cares about Bruce for some fool-ass reason. Norman Madison is drinking himself into an addled stupor. Alfred still fucks. That’s all you need to know about the other characters, fortunately. And if you didn’t already know that Alfred fucks then get the hell off my blog, idiot.


Batman and the Monster Men, Issue #5 [May, 2006]
Written by: Matt Wagner
“Batman and the Monster Men (Part 5)”

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Commissioner Grogan has called Jim Gordon into his office to explain something: how is he contacting the Bat Man.

I play it dumb as any stoolie in the hot seat,” Ol’ Jimmy thinks. “I’m afraid I don’t know what you mean, sir.”

Grogan tells Gordon to 1) stop having such a similar last name, and 2) shove that bullshit up your arse. Everyone knows there’s a little hanky-panky going on with Gordon and Batman late at night. It’s being talked about everywhere, even Entertainment Tonight! Grogan spreads a case file over his desk showing pictures of Batman. “These are your files! For over eight months of last year you spent serious time and effort trying to find this nut-case. And then, suddenly, nothing. Why’d you drop it?”

Gordon sticks his hands in his oversized jacket pockets. The case went cold like a fishstick, sir.

Grogan calls bullshit. He knows Gordon is working with Batman – a known freelance vigilante – a felon! Grogan could have his badge if it wasn’t covered in layers of poop during Jim Gordon’s daily cow-tipping excursions. Gordon just walks away going “I’m just doing my job, you cunt.”

Leaving the office, Gordon’s heart rate returns to normal. He pulls out a little bat-shaped radio transmitter in his pocket and presses the button.

Batman’s trail grows cold. Hugo Strange has run away; his warehouse burned down. No evidence, no perpetrator, only Batman and his soggy bowl of Corn Flakes. He receives Gordon’s transmission and meets him up on the Police HQ roof. Time for a chit-chat.

Gordon tells him that forensics returned weird results on the DNA test. Batman tells him that they’re dealing with mutants. They’re huge and they eat people and little bald fucker is responsible.

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Better than giant mutant cannonballs.

Batman surmises that Strange is tied to Maroni, possibly even indebted to him. How he knows this I don’t know, but it moves the plot along nicely, doesn’t it?? Gordon still thinks this is a joke. A silly prank. A tease. Jocularity. Batman narrows his eyes and tells Gordon that he has no sense of humor whatsoever, obviously, so Gordon puts out an A.P.B. on Maroni. Batman is satisfied and leaps away, leaving Gordon doubting his involvement with this tights-wearing weirdo. “How did I come to this?” he thinks.

Meanwhile, Hugo Strange is now conducting his experiments in a freight truck under a suspension bridge. Classy! Their newest experiment appears to be leading toward success. Strange thanks his assistant Sanjay and they have some quick exposition dialogue about Strange being unable to save Sanjay’s sick brother. It’s unnecessary!

Julie Madison is headed to the library to pull an all-nighter for law school. Norman is sobbing and tells his daughter not to go out alone tonight. “I’m afraid something’s gone terribly, terribly wrong,” he says. If “they” decide to find her… well, it’s curtains, see? Curtains.

Norman is very vague about all this. He talks about “bad men” and that he is not the man she thinks he is (a mime??? Say it ain’t so!). He fesses up to borrowing an assload of money from Maroni, and if he defaults on his loan they will find Julie, tear out her uterus, and make Norman eat the uterus. These are very serious people they’re dealing with here.

When asked why Norman didn’t go through legitimate channels, he dodges the subject and whines about his ruined company if word got out that he dealt with crime lords. “You’ve got to hide,” Norman tells his daughter. “Leave the city…”

So Julie Madison plans to head to Boise or Winnipeg or somewhere equally boring. “Goodbye, Daddy. Be careful… I’ll be in touch… soon…”

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Maybe this cat piss will take my mind off of getting my dick cut off by the mob.

One of Maroni’s goons calls Maroni with a problem: Norman claims he has the first payment, but he will only give it to Maroni in person! Face to face, missionary-style! Norman’s eyes look bloodshot as fuck, like he drank for seven straight days without sleeping and then ran two marathons and then stayed up doing Julie’s law school homework for her. He slurs his speech as he tells Maroni’s goon that this is about honor!

Fine. Maroni will see the drunk sad-sack if his goons drive him while he’s blindfolded. Norman hiccups.

Instead of traveling immediately to Casper, Wyoming, Julie barges into Wayne Manor to enlist Bruce’s help. “It’s… it’s my father!! I think he’s in… he’s in danger!”

Bruce is like “settle down, ho” while tears stream down her cheeks. “He’s in debt to a loan shark! They’ve threatened me to get to him!!” she says. Bruce makes a face like Beavis when he’s upset and asks Julie where her father is now. Bruce drops a roofie into a glass of water and gives it to Julie; she’s out cold in a matter of milliseconds. Alfred tut tuts at this rather unseemly action, but Bruce insists that there was no choice. The bitch was hysterical! As women are! So emotional! Bruce dumps Julie in his east guest bedroom so that he can go out and be Batman at this most inappropriate of times.

Hugo Strange pulls his three Large Boys out of a truck. “Come now, shake off your sedation. And rally to a cause deserving of your savage instincts!” says Sanjay. “Tonight, my friends, you will unleash your terrible might as never before!”

What are they going to do tonight? Play Yahtzee? Hugo Strange introduces a new fourth player in the mix. “The Prince of the Monster Men!” He looks like the other three. Just taller. Strange and Sanjay lead them into the woods for some reason. Maybe to eat squirrels? I’m lost.

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Gentlemen, we’re off to Denny’s!

Bruce dons his Batman threads. Norman Madison dealing with loan sharks. That really pisses in his already-soggy Corn Flakes. He doesn’t have time for that shit right now even though the other matters can be handled by Gotham’s very competent police force! As in, ok, I see now, Batman has it figured out: Hugo Strange is going to try to kill Sal Maroni with his four monster men. Good thing his ugly Batmobile prototype is finally finished, now he can get there three minutes faster. Batman tells Alfred not to molest his sleeping girlfriend while he’s gone.

Maroni’s goons have chauffeured Norman to the Crime Mansion. Norman looks like someone pumped his butt full of fentanyl. “All right then, Madison. What the hell was so important that you hadda come all the way out here?” But he doesn’t let Norman answer the question. He demands his money first. Norman wants to talk about Julie. Maroni is like “oh yeah, her.” Norman says they crossed a line when they threatened her. Maroni says it’s the cost of doing business.

A banging on the door interrupts the friendly chat. Maroni’s goon tells him it looks like an attack. Maroni thinks he’s been set up, and he turns his gun to the only mope who coulda set him up.

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You’ll be eating soggy Corn Flakes in Hell!

Final Thoughts

Norman’s gonna eat a bullet while Hugo Strange exacts his Monster Men-related revenge on Salvatore Maroni. Batman’s not going to stop anyone in time and Jim Gordon is going to get sucked into a jet engine intake. This is all 125% going to happen, mark my words.

The Death Knight’s Squire, Chapter 9 – Way Down in the Hole

Dungeons & Dragons is the world’s most famous tabletop role-playing game. There are elves and dice and dungeon masters who wear capes. I’m embarrassed for even playing this.

Disclaimer: I’m learning as I go. There is a 100% chance that I’ll fuck up, not take something seriously enough, and piss you off to no end. Get over it.

Welcome to Dungeons & Dragons – The Death Knight’s Squire! Last time our hero, Milhouse the Scholar, infiltrated a holy temple and stole some shit. He also hallucinated a gravestone with Darek Brewmont OR WAS IT REAL?? The mystery is unravelling fast! And by that I mean it’s out of control crazy nuts. Let’s keep it moving, shall we?

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-Here’s the map again for reference. Milhouse is currently on Tilepage 3 in the left corner and had just finished exploring the stone structure and investigates the area of the green dot. He now heads north into Tilepage 4

Milhouse starts to grow weary of all this travel. “I am starting to grow weary!” he complains, thinking of home and an oven full of lovely cinnamon buns. He quickly shook the thoughts out of his head; he had quests to complete! The Blood Knight! The Death Knight! So many knights and so little time!

-Milhouse decides to move with stealth (DC 14). d20 +3 = 22. Very stealthy.

Tiptoeing daintily along the path, Milhouse finds this stretch of wood uneventful until he happens across an out-of-place mossy log. An inspection of the log reveals a swath of bright, green, glowing mushrooms! They look delicious, but no! He will not eat the mushrooms no matter how much he would like to. Not like last time when he diarrhea-ed his pants for days. No, no, no.

-Uh oh! Milhouse needs to make a survival roll (DC 12)! d20 + 0 = 13. Whew.

1-Up, bro! Yahoo!

The mushrooms look quite familiar. Yes, but of course! These are Grakspores, certainly! Well known to warriors, they are known to grant immunity to fear during the heat of battle. Milhouse wastes no time scooping up as much of the fungi as possible.

-Grakspores will grant immunity to the frightened condition or any fear effect, at full effectiveness for one hour. They can effectively be used for one encounter and can be consumed as a free action, after which they take effect immediately. Sounds pretty fucking sweet to me. I hate being afraid of things for an hour! Milhouse continues north and approaches another green dot on the map.

Positively skipping at your good fortune, Milhouse continues along the path with newfound rejuvenation. “Aside from those hideous wolf spiders, this adventure has been a breeze! No ill fortunes, no major setbacks. I almost feel like I can let my guard down! Almost…”

Suddenly, as if summoned by his own spoken words, the ground starts to give way under Milhouse’s feet. He tries to roll away, but he’s not quick enough. A trap is sprung, the forest floor opens and drops Milhouse down into a 10ft-deep pit! Alas! Good thing his own spindly legs broke his fall. “Ow!” he cries, rubbing his tender fibulas. “The one time I don’t check for traps and it bites me in the rumpus!”

-Take 1d6 of fall damage = 1. HP is down to 11.

Milhouse looks up. It doesn’t look too far up to get back out, but being an elf Milhouse barely scrapes 5ft of height. He rummages through his pack for rope, but he is out of luck. He doesn’t know the Jump spell. He certainly can’t fly! Huff! His only course of action is to try climbing out. He uses his red tree staff to carve little recesses into the dirt sides of the pit, being careful to not crumble off too much dirt. It’s a very time-consuming task to create these footholds. This was not in Milhouse’s agenda for the day.

-Roll a d4 to see if he makes it out without incident. 1, 2, 3 = yes. 4 = no. I roll a 4 like a complete fucking doofus.

Digging the walls takes so, so soooo long that someone — or something — finally approaches to check the trap. With nowhere to go or hide, Milhouse readies his Magic Missile cantrip by rubbing his hands vigorously together like a hungry wizard! A hooded figure approaches! Milhouse makes his move!

Scientology does 1d50 + 600 damage! Run!

-Here we go. The assailant has AC 12. Milhouse casts Magic Missile: 3(1d4 +1) + Dexterity + Proficiency = 5 + 4 + 4 + 3 + 4 = 20. Did I do this right? Probably not! The assailant does not lose any HP. Not yet at least. The battles begins!

Milhouse catches the assailant’s attention; some sort of female cultist, and she has the initiative by being above the pit! Oh no! “YOU CAN’T TAKE ME ALIVE, FEMALE CULTIST!” Milhouse yells like an excruciating nerd. He sets aside the quarterstaff and the red tree staff. It will have be spells only at this range.

Let’s get crunchy! Defeating the cultist seems easy as she only has 9 HP. Since she is out of the pit, she will be using her crossbow the entire time. She goes first: +3 to hit. d20 + 3 = 22, and my Armor Class is *checks notes* very much below 22. 1d4 piercing damage + Dexterity + Proficiency = 4 + 1 + 2 = 7. My HP is now 4. Gulp!

Ray of Frost, bitch! Thank the gods for cantrips! 1d8 + Dexterity + Proficiency = 3 + 3 + 4 = 10. Jesus Christ. The cultist is dead. Milhouse gets 25 XP

The cultist lies limp after a final blast of cold, raw energy. Milhouse collapses in a tired heap from all that spellcastin’. Once the coast seems clear and the short rest was restorative enough, Milhouse finishes digging footholds out of the pit and finally hoists himself out of it. Immediately, like the scavenger that he is, Milhouse rifles through the cultists pockets and finds the following: a hand crossbow with 18 bolts, a scimitar, a map of Orlbar with some houses circled in red with “here” written near them, and an dull steel amulet with a picture of a red gauntlet. “Puzzling…” Milhouse frowns. And he’s pretty good at frowning.

Milhouse pockets the map and the amulet. Not proficient in the hand crossbow or the scimitar, he leaves those on the forest floor. Dusting himself off, his earlier mood dampened quite a bit by the skirmish, he continues north.

The Dragon Reborn (Book 3) – Chapter 41: “A Hunter’s Oath”

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Perrin’s group has entered Illian. Moiraine is grumpy because Zarine knows she’s an Aes Sedai and that she’s searching for the Horn of Valere, two things Perrin didn’t bother to even tell her. He’s going to get such a whuppin’ later, by god.

Looking at the size of Illian, Perrin hopes he will continue to not hear the wolves or have any more of those wolf-ass dreams. Zarine continues to be a little mischievous annoyance, and Moiraine, once docking, tells her that it’s time to go. Zarine insists that there’s nothing anyone can do to stop her from being part of the group. Moiraine gets sneery and says “fine, but you will do as I say and not ask any questions and you will eat what we tell you to eat and sleep where I tell you to sleep and if I want to shit in your mouth, I will shit in your mouth”. Zarine gulps, but swears by her Hunter’s oath that she will adhere to Moiraine’s demands. Not the shitting in her mouth part though, that’s where she draws the line.

Good. Good. Moiraine puts Perrin in charge of Zarine, saying that Min foresaw this unpleasantness and, obviously, the prophecies have the two of them entangled. Perrin never wanted this, but Moiraine tut-tuts and says that she will END the two of them if they get in the way any further. Perrin growls, grabs Zarine’s arm, and pulls her up on his horse. They ride away.

And if Perrin and Zarine don’t start boning soon then I’ll eat my 10-gallon cowboy hat.

Archie (Vol. 1), Issue #294

Welcome to Archieness & Riverdalers Presents: Archie (Vol. 1), Issue #294!


Archie (Vol. 1) , Issue #294 [July, 1980]

Archie (Vol. 1), Issue 294


”My Stars”

Mr. Weatherbee is running late for his invasive colonoscopy. “Egad!” he shrieks, racing down the hallway of the school. “Look at the time!”

Right in front of Weatherbee is Archie bent over tying his shoe like he’s Principal Skinner about to get hit with the giant tomato. Weatherbee accidentally plows his crotch right into Archie’s tender buttocks and trips over the kid ass over elbows. “Oh, golly! Mr. Weatherbee!” Archie exclaims, liking it a little bit I surmise. Archie thought it was his fault. Weatherbee concedes that it was actually his fault.

Betty disagrees with both of them. She closes her eyes smugly: “Nobody was to blame for that, Archie! It had to be! It was written! Fate! Kismet!”

Predeterminism! Archie’s gonna get philosophical and heady today! Finally, Archie’s going to be a little more highbrow for some of the more sophisticated readers. *spills economy-sized bag of Cheetos all over my couch*

Mr. Weatherbee is a Scorpio. Betty knows all the teachers’ birthdays, I see. Because the old fat guy is a Scorpio, he was predestined to trip over a redheaded spaz and knock out all his remaining teeth. “All things are governed by the stars!” Betty argues. I’m going to hate this story already.

“You’re talking astrology?” Archie asks, a little bit slow on the uptake. Yes, astrology! Pseudoscience! I’m pretty sure Penn & Teller spent an episode flailing and flopping around about the very topic!

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Look, miss, Archie’s too drunk to handle this right now, m’kay?

Archie agrees with Penn & Teller! This is bullpoop! Betty is steadfast in her astrological beliefs. She hands Archie the paper and tells Archie to read Weatherbee’s entire horoscope! Everything about the broken-down car and the penis bees, it will all be true! Just you wait.

Even Mr. Weatherbee laughs at the notion! “Look for an overseas trip today,” reads Archie incredulously. “Do not fear! You will survive!”

Well, this is bad news indeed for longtime Archie Comics readers who really want to see Weatherbee die in a fiery airplane crash. However, Weatherbee somehow understands this to mean that he drives over the Willets Street Bridge every morning on his way to work! Guffaw guffaw, but that’s silliness! Hyuck hyuck!

Instead of going to class, Weatherbee has Archie come to his office and read more of his horoscope (since Mr. Weatherbee forgot how to read during the Great Amensia Battle of 1974). “Look for an unexpected financial windfall,” Archie reads just before a young woman raps on Weatherbee’s door to deliver a check for $75. “Ulp!” says Archie. Quite ulpily.

Weatherbee is thoroughly spooked out of his Trump-lookin’ suit now. “Let me see that paper!” he bellows. “A step in the right direction will save you much pain,” he reads moments before someone throws a fucking baseball through his (unfortunately) open window. “Yipe!” says Archie. Quite yipily.

We’ve got some True Believers on our hands now, boy howdy. Weatherbee picks up the phone immediately to enroll in some Astrology 101 course for $50. Archie approaches Betty to say it was true! All true! All horrifyingly, sickeningly true!

“I didn’t realize that was yesterday’s paper!” says Betty, clutching the newest rag in her hands. “Today’s horoscope is completely different!”

“Yipe!” says Archie.

*live studio audience gets murdered*


”Revenge Is Sweet”

Archie and Jughead see a real asshole walking on the other side of the street. It’s Jerry Hatchew, and he looks like if Reggie subsisted entirely on his own farts for the last 14 years.

“That rotten little kid from grammar school!” huffs Jughead.

“That’s the guy!” gripes Archie. “He was always pulling dumb kid tricks on us!”

“I hated that creep!” Jughead adds. Jughead looks fantastic in his stylish suspenders, by the way. “He used to pin childish signs on our backs!”

“Right! ‘Kick me hard!’ Infantile humor!” Archie cries. Yeah, that’s so awful. I would’ve made even better signs like “Serial rapist” or “Make fun of my dead mother”. Hatchew ain’t got nothing on me!

Well, sir, Jughead and Archie are ready to exact their revenge today! They crouch behind a bush waiting to ambush their target. As they commisseate, you can see Jerry Hatchew perk his ears up with impish glee. Archie and Jughead are going to get fucked all over again.

A plan has been hatched!

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Hyuk!

Jughead makes his presence known, introduces himself as Mr. Jughead T. K. O. Jones. “Still wearing that crazy hat, eh Jughead?” Hatchew cackles. Well, Jughead walked right into that one, honestly. It is a stupid hat, after all.

“Makes me stand out in a crowd! Know what I mean?” Jughead responds haughtily. Archie wiggles his little ass as he crawls behind Hatchew, ready for the scheme to reach completion! Jughead brings up all those HILARIOUS gags that Hatchew used to play on him and Archie. Very funny stuff, butthole! Well, two can play it this game, and furthermore, w–

“Say, is that a dime on the ground?” Hatchew bends down just as Jughead moves forward to push! Jughead falls right on Archie! Hatchew gets to laugh at the two wieners! Couple’a suckers! Haw haw!

Archie and Jughead fume as they both get mocked for the next three panels. He then slaps a “Kick Me Hard” sign on both their backs. A very large crowd gathers around them. Both succumb to blunt force injuries and painful anal insertions. We all get the last laugh.


”Happy Times”

“Eeyahoo!” Archie says, leaping in the air. Someone wrote that, ladies and gentlemen. Someone wrote “eeyahoo”. “It’s one of those days! I feel like a million dollars!”

Aha, Archie got laid last night! Who was the lucky lady? Betty? Veronica? The chick from Succession, you know, Shiv? “Life is grrreat!” He fist pumps the air while drawing the ire of the Kellogg company lawyers.

Archie catches up with Dilton on the sidewalk, who wants to know what kind of fucking uppers this kid is on right now.

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This noose I made doesn’t even fit right!

Depressed Dilton wants to know what Archie could possibly be so happy about. Uhm, didn’t you hear, Dilton? The chick from Succession. “The bottom of the barrel!” Dilton says of life. “A bad joke, played on us by the powers that be! In short – it stinks!” He walks away to stick his head in the oven. Archie’s bubble has been burst.

Archie catches Jughead on the sidewalk too and starts bitching about how Dilton ruined his steez. “Dilton, huh?” is all Jughead has to say. Well, if Dilton thinks life stinks, and Dilton is smart, then Jughead’s gonna agree with him! Fuck life. He walks away to go fill his pockets full of rocks. Archie’s getting upset!

Archie catches Betty and Veronica on the sidewalk and starts bitching about Jughead ruined his steez. All Jughead needs to do is fuck a juicy hamburger, though, and he’ll be right back on track? What kind of food is Archie supposed to fuck, huh? Who’s thinking about poor Archie?

Anyway, Veronica asks why Archie’s in such a good mood anyway. Betty calls life a drag, son. “Jeepers!” pouts Archie. Everyone around here needs one of those seasonal affective disorder lamps.

Dilton, Jughead, Betty, and Veronica meet up to ask each other where Archie went. “I want to thank him for cheering me up!” Dilton jubilates. Jughead agrees, because he doesn’t have his own opinions about shit, apparently. Betty couldn’t be happier! Veronica wants to throw a party in honor of life! And Archie will be the guest of honor!

Everyone has fun!

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200-proof punch just ain’t strong enough, eh Arch?


”Second Site”

Betty is excited! She runs out of the Riverdale Public Library with so much gusto that she almost trips over a rock and slams her knee right down on Archie’s jugular vein. “Do you know who was born right here in the little ol’ town of Riverdale?” she asks Archie and a dude named Chuck who showed up for the first time in this very panel, never to be seen again after this mundane story.

“Besides us?” Archie asks. The laughter from the studio audience causes earthquakes in Malaysia.

“Dan Deerskin! The famous trailblazing pioneer!” Betty grins as if this mattered to anyone, even her. Sounds like a Ted Nugent-type that pooped his pants to get out of the army. “I found it in a reference book! 15 Chester Street!” Betty says. Now Chuck, this Chuck guy, he’s black so he obviously knows where all the slums are. “That’s in a real slum area!” he says.

Archie is already angry at the injustice! Dan Deerskin’s childhood home in a slum! Give me a pipe bomb, I’ll show that slum who’s a slum! Indignity! “How do we go about it?” Betty asks when Archie suggests having the slumlord government restore the slum. Grassroots campaign, that’s how Betty Ol’ Boy! “Let’s go see the mayor!” Archie starts running in a direction, that’s for sure.

Jesus, kids. Go home and play video games or something. What’s cool in 1980? Do they have Space Invaders yet?

Mayor Larry David will not stand for this! He wants the Mayor on the phone, someone’s going to fix this mess! Oh wait! OK, well, here’s what he wants to do: get signatures for a petition! Haha! What?? A petition?? Fuck you, sir. Do something real!

“We knew we could count on you, Mr. Mayor!” says Archie Kissass Andrews. Pretty soon the mayor gifts him with copies of the petition and a task to gather, and I quote, “thousands of signatures”. Are you fucking kidding me with this shit? Who is Dan Deerskin, some porn actor?

Instead of studying or doing homework, Betty, Archie, and Chuck all spend hours gathering signatures at various malls, motels, rest areas, gloryholes, and biker conventions.

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“That famous man” likes the cockroaches, Junior! He was a cockroach farmer!

Putting on his finest black-and-yellow plaid sweater vest, Archie visits the mayor to see how shit’s goin’. “We’re really putting the pressure on Washington!” Mr. Mayor proclaims as if Denzel had any interest in this whatsoever. Any day now, the federal government will come in! Any day now! Any day now!

Soon, “a man” shows up from Washington D.C. and it could be any man, honestly. It could be a fuckin’ plumber. The kids get to go in the Washington D.C. plumber man’s private car and talk Americanisms with him. They ride to Chester Street where they find a bum stinkin’ up the place something foul and awful. He informs the “man from Washington”, as well as the kids, that Deerskin’s digs burned down in like 1942.

Good thing that someone thought to check! Jesus christ, people.

Final Thoughts

Here’s a final thought: Someone should grab Archie by the ears and punt his head to Alabama. Fuck that kid.

The Dragon Reborn (Book 3) – Chapter 40: “A Hero in the Night”

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Mat’s on his ship heading toward Caemlyn via Aringill. He had pried open Elayne’s letter by taking a hot knife to the seal and found nothing interesting written down. Just a bunch of shit about “I’m learning a lot in Tar Valon” and “I miss Caemlyn” and “I’m going on an adventure!” It’s crazy, though, because he thought the letter was exactly why people were trying to kill him. He thought there was something particularly saucy, but no dice. Get it? Mat? Dice? lol!

Aringill is bustling with activity. The streets are crowded. Thom has a feeling that they’re not going to have an easy time finding a room for the night, and that’s exactly what happens. All the inns are packed to the gills. People are hungry; Queen Morgase isn’t sending food to her Andoran people. She was, but now there’s an order that no one is allowed to cross the river anymore to deliver the goods. Thom doesn’t think this sounds right. Queen Morgase is a cunt, but not that much of a cunt.

At one inn, Mat gambles for a space in the stables and wins. While resting in the stable, a woman shows up with a cart. Her nice dress is ruined with rips and stains. She lights a lantern — a little too fast, Mat decides — and a group of men enter the stable behind her. The woman didn’t run and hide well enough! Her name is Aludra. One man is named Tammuz, and I’m pretty sure I first encountered these people in The Great Hunt while Rand and Company were infiltrating the King’s manor in Cairhien.

Tammuz got Aludra thrown out of the Guild! Tammuz says Aludra was trying to sell the Guild’s secrets! He intends to kill her, but Mat swings down from a rope and tackles the men to the floor. Saving the day! After the men scatter, Mat asks Aludra what kind of secrets she’s trying to sell. Aludra is a fireworks lady! An Illuminator! And she ruined a performance for the King in Cairhien, and she is deemed responsible for his death. A serious accusation, to say the least! Anyway, she’s making fireworks to sell to eat and sleep everyday while running away from folks like Tammuz.

She unrolls a pile of fireworks from oiled cloth, and Mat is like “wow”. Mat offers Aludra a pile of coins for her trip to Lugard, but she finds this amusing and declines. Thom asks Aludra how she lit her lantern so quickly, and she refuses to give away her secret.

She leaves, and so do Thom and Mat. I HAVE A FEELING WE HAVE NOT SEEN THE LAST OF ALUDRA! Nor the other 500 characters that have been introduced in this book.