Sucky Funnies for November 9, 2025

Oh man, more shitty comic strips? It’s like Christmas has come early, except I’m not drinking any eggnog and I saw the Grinch at the store the other day buying cottage cheese instead of stealing from me. So it’s not like Christmas has come early. But at least we have comic strips to warm our hearts.


Hagar the Horrible

Hagar the Horrible - November 9, 2025

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When you open Hagar the Horrible in the browser of your choice on the comic strip website, which will remain nameless because they bombard you with constant ads to pay for their unfulfilling premium service, the browser tab says “Hagar the Horrible Comic Strip”. And that’s the funniest thing about Hagar the Horrible today!

It appears that Princess Headband somehow didn’t notice that castle tours were set up right outside, which means that she’s either a shut-in who would disintegrate into a puff of dust if she so much as looked outside her window once in a while, or Hagar the Horrible raped her into a coma during his pillaging. Just kidding. Rape isn’t funny. And neither is Hagar the Horrible.


Mallard Fillmore

Mallard Fillmore - November 9, 2025

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Mallard Fillmore once again hits hard with the biting, timeless social commentary. I suppose the giant feral cat (?) in the cage represents all the horrible immigrants we have running around our country doing mean things like working hard in labor jobs or being better upstanding members of our community than your average middle-class white person.

Deep down, what bothers me the most about Mallard Fillmore is that it’s a reminder that the Sunday comics are targeted mostly toward Republicans, and that they’re out there in droves ready to bang out opinions on the Mallard Fillmore page. I don’t even want to deal with today. The world is too depressing.


Zippy the Pinhead

Zippy the Pinhead - November 9, 2025

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Speaking of biting, timeless social commentary, what the fuck is this shit? Zippy the Pinhead is here to remind conservatives that certain thin-skinned presidents should ignore the criticism and uphold the integrity of the constitution? Not only is that preposterous, but why use an anthropomorphic toad (named “Mr. The Toad”) to get the point across? And what the fuck is he doing? Is he breaking and entering, using his intimidating presence to bully the terrified residents that, and I quote, “Th’ Founding Fathers were all in for Th’ Toad!” Does this mean that if I try to take away rights from trans folks, some giant frog thing will yell at me? I don’t want to live in this world! I’d better respect the constituion!

Stupid.

Betty and Veronica (Vol. 2), Issue #188

Welcome to Archieness & Riverdalers Presents: Betty and Veronica (Vol. 2), Issue #188!


Betty and Veronica (Vol. 2), Issue #188 [July, 2003]

Betty and Veronica (Vol. 2), Issue #188


”The Scream Team”

Betty, Reggie, Veronica and Archie are riding a carnival ride that is clearly meant for little children. “SCREECH!” Betty cries in giant purple letters. “SHRIEK!” Veronica cries in overlarge orange letters. “WHHIRR!” she then says, grabbing onto Archie’s neck for dear life until he dies of involuntary strangulation.

Luckily they all survived without suffering some kind of freak accident that murdered everyone! “That ride sure was scary!” Veronica says, stumbling around like she just slurped a keg’s worth of beer out of the dirt. “It wasn’t the ride that bothered me!” gripes Archie. “You were screaming so loud you almost broke my eardrum!”

Veronica makes a pouty face while Reggie laughs and claims that Betty, too, was shrieking like a blonde banshee. The girls are, to say the least, maladjusted to the shift of the conversation. The boys have a problem with girls yelling in their ears, huh? Maybe that’s how girls express their fear! Guys handle it better! I sense a real battle of the sexes coming up! Penis vs. Vagina, who will win?!

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The boys are so afraid you can see their fear boners pushing against their pants.

Betty and Veronica have had enough! They don’t even fight anymore, they just run away mad. Archie is like “we paid $160 for this trip to Six Flags Over Baghdad and we’re going to get our money’s worth by god!” Well, this perks the girls up. Money’s worth, eh? More rides, eh? They motion to a roller coaster called Scream Machine, which, if the name is any indication, screams are nigh. “Why don’t we just see who can keep their mouths shut!” Betty says with what can only be described as wry fury.

Archie looks nervous enough to spray diarrhea on all of his friends. “We haven’t gone the roller coaster since it was rebuilt and renamed ‘The Scream Machine’,” he says, noticing the very well-displayed sign with the name of the roller coaster on it. Within minutes, the four of them are sitting in their cars waiting for their inevitable near-death experience.

Veronica and Betty vow to keep quiet while the boys squirm like scared little rats. The coaster clanks alarmingly. The roller coaster looks tame by a 9-year-old’s standards, but these nimrods are regretting their decision to tackle this beast. “UGH!” Archie grunts, obviously feeling exactly 1 G of force. “ARRGH!” the boys yell as they go around the loop, which prompts Veronica to gleefully point out that they just fuckin’ screamed. “You screamed and we didn’t!” she taunts when the ride is over. But the girls sure do look worse for wear! Knees all shakin’! Legs all wobblin’!

Archie offers to buy lunch for a job well done. The girls offer to meet them at the snack bar later. They just need to… you know… recover for a quick moment. Yeah. Yeah, that’s it.

The boys walk away and converse in disbelief about how the girls didn’t even make a peep! They must have iron cahones!

Betty and Veronica (Vol. 2), Issue #188

*sad trombone*


”Sign Language”

It’s Little League time, and a squirt named Marty asks Betty where Coach Chuck is. Coach Chuck is dead, kid. He fell into a woodchipper feet first. He’s now haunting the gymnasium, and–

“Chuck Clayton can’t make today’s game, Marty!” Betty says, not bothering with a moment of silence. Guess who’s filling in? “Coach Ron”, aka Veronica, aka Ron. “Ugh, we’re going to lose!” gripes a kid who may or may not be Marty. All these kids look the same.

Betty tells these kids to cork it. “All Ron has to do is sit on the bench, keep order and look beautiful,” Betty says, which is something Veronica can do very well as long as the bench doesn’t have termites like last time.

Coach Betty goes over all the signs. Hand on hip and touching nose means steal. Squeezing her left boob means throw a curveball. Veronica notices a hot little hunk o’ man with a “Coach” shirt walking onto the field. “That’s Jayson!” Betty exclaims. “He’s the coach of the other team! He’s a nice guy, but he hates losing!”

He’s probably not a nice guy, then. Look out for that. He probably pushes women down the stairs.

Veronica is jealous that Coach Betty gets to stand near Coach Jayson during the game. They give each other the ol’ fuck eyes while Veronica sulks on the bench. Eventually, Betty lets Veronica coach third base so she can wiggle her ass at Jayson. She becomes self-conscious about her possibly sunburnt nose and starts touching it, accidentally giving the fat kid the steal sign. The fat kid starts running toward second base, huffing and puffing like a locomotive.

Next, Veronica shoos a fly away, inadvertently waving the fat kid home. All these mistaken signs are successful! The blubbery kid is safe! What a triumph!

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Good job, Coach Ron! Your horny ass saved the day!

“My hat’s off to you, Coach Ron!” Betty effuses. “That was a terrific job of coaching!”

“It was? I mean… yeah! It was! Now can I meet Jayson?”

“Gee, sorry, Ron! He stormed away after saying ‘good game’! I told you he doesn’t like to lose!”

“Hmph! He’s not the only loser!”

Sorry, Ronnie. No rawdoggin’ it today.


”Club Snub”

“Greetings, Ms. Lodge!”

“Need anything, Ms. Lodge?”

“I’ve summoned your personal trainer, Ms. Lodge!”

Veronica gets doted on by the gym personnel while Betty stands there getting ignored as if she were smeared in pig feces. But Veronica doesn’t like it! She leaves, and Betty is completely befuddled (and smeared in pig feces). “Did you hear how they were acting?” Veronica says angrily. “They were fawning all over me!”

Betty has never seen Veronica poo-poo a little positive attention due to her Riverdale fame. “The constant red carpet treatment gets old after a while,” she moans and bitches. Betty wouldn’t know. Look at her! Feces everywhere!

Veronica is going to treat Betty to a normal gym experience, so they’re going to drive 1200 miles to the next nearest town: Millville. Surely the Lodge family’s name doesn’t extend to fuckin’ Millville.

“Be on your toes!” says the manager of the SpaPlex gym. “I got a tip that the president of the spa franchise is checking our location today!”

“When’s he coming?” asks an employee.

“He’s not! He’s sending his daughter in for a secret inspection!”

“We mustn’t let on that we were warned. What’s she look like?”

“A pretty teenage blonde girl!”

I THINK WE CAN ALL GUESS WHAT HAPPENS NEXT. COMIC BOOK OVER.

Just kidding. Certainly, Betty now gets treated like Millville royalty. She and Veronica enter the establishment all perky and ready to hit the Bowflex! The workers wink at each other and start the doting.

Betty and Veronica (Vol. 2), Issue #188

Did someone say PIG FECES?!?!

Five-star treatment! Full tea service! Private dressing areas! Chocolates! Exfoliating citrus scrubs! Aromatic salt massages! Episodes of The Simpsons with Phil Hartman in them!

“Does it seem to you that we’re getting treated very well?” Betty asks concernedly as the two of them sit in the sauna.

“Oh, Betty, it’s so obvious!” smiles Veronica smugly. “They know I’m Veronica Lodge! My fame has spread out even here!”

Yeah, ok, two hours ago you were like “fuck all this attention” and now you’re sweating naked in a Millville sauna.

While they enjoy bubbly baths full of salts and oils and what-have-you, the manager gets a call that the president’s daughter isn’t going to be coming after all! Gulp!

“You have some nerve pretending to be inspecting!” the manager yells at Betty, who is just as bewildered as bewildered can be, my stars! Veronica starts laughing. They thought she was the celebrity?! “And here I thought it was because I’m Veronica Lodge!”

This is the part where the manager literally goes “sput” and “erk”. “Of the Riverdale Lodges?!” she exclaims! She was about ready to bill these cunts $6,700 for the services, but now they need to be nice or Hiram Lodge will come down to Millville and punt his fine boot up their butts.

The end.


”Heads Up, Reggie!”

Betty and Veronica are trying to enjoy a pleasant time on the beach not getting hit by rampant tsunamis. A crowd gathers around something, but what?! And why?! Did someone get stung by a jellyfish and now everyone has gathered for a piss bukkake?

No, it’s just this idiot.

Betty and Veronica (Vol. 2), Issue #188

If you think that’s impressive, you should see his butthole.

Reggie asks the girls how they like his new summer look. They both try to keep their lunches down. “It has a hundred advantages!” Reggie declares, as if getting laid was on the table at all anymore. Betty and Veronica say that he’ll save money on haircuts and combs, which makes Reggie turn beet red, I say! “A lot of guys are going for this new macho look!” he says, presenting himself as some sort of cancer patient. Nearby beach patrons call him “chrome dome”. Girls laugh in the distance.

It’s not all chrome domes and ridicule, though! Two girls run up to Reggie, introduce themselves, and invite him for ice cream. “Unique guys who aren’t afraid to express their individuality really interest us,” one says, unaware that they’re talking to Riverdale’s biggest rapist. Reggie walks away with a girl on each arm, and Betty is surprised to say the VERY least!

“Gee, maybe Reggie is right about his new look being cool and attractive,” Betty says as Archie contemplates waxing his own noggin.

Later, presumably after getting his dick sucked by two women at the same time, Reggie returns to Betty and Veronica who ask him how things are goin’. “Shaving my head was the smartest thing I ever did!” he says dumbly. The next day, though, Reggie is wearing a hat on the beach looking disgruntled enough to shoot up a lemonade stand.

“Hey, Reggie! What’s with the safari hat? What happened to your shaved head look?”
“Hmph! Mind your own business!”

The fucker forgot to put sunscreen on his head the day before. He looks like an angry zit. The girls LOL and LMAO all night.

Final Thoughts

Fuck them Riverdale kids is all I gots to say.

State of the Blog Address – November, 2025

State of the Blog

George W. Bush and his chief of staff Andrew Card, leaning in for a kiss.

Long overdue, here’s another State of the Blog Address that you can print out for leisurely reading and then shove up your narrow rectum.

Sorry, I’m a little crabby lately. You see, this installment can be treated more as a State of My Life Address, because man is my life the pits. Work. Home. You name it. I wake up at 6am every morning dead tired, I get my kids ready for school, I take one of them via bus to kindergarten, and then I have to take another bus, then a train, then another bus to get to work! It’s ludicrous! Why would I do that to myself for $8,000 per hour? What am I trying to do, squeeze blood from a turnip over here? By the time I actually show up for work, I’m dead exhausted! More often than not, I’m taking a nap during my lunch break. That’s when I usually write! Now I have to try writing during working hours, because evenings are reserved for reading, playing Cyberpunk 2077 (with the Phantom Liberty DLC!), and watching episodes of Stargate SG-1. What a life, right?

So, the blog is suffering a bit, I’ll admit it. Writing is tough to do these days when I’m tired to the bone and I’d rather spend my free time doing something mindless instead of solo roleplaying games or writing capsulated album reviews. Granted, I have over 100 finished articles ready to post, but proofreading has become a chore and I often don’t want to take the five-to-ten minutes it would take to re-read something before posting it. I know, isn’t that sad? This is supposed to be a fun hobby and, after over four years of nearly constant upkeep, I’m starting to get burnt out on most of it. And all the new ideas I have ain’t cutting it right now. Chick Tracts! 1930s pulp sci-fi stories! wikiHow! Earthbound! I’m trying to write about all these new, fresh angles and I can’t get excited about any of it right now!

So what’s going on?

Comics

The only thing I haven’t slacked on lately are the comics. Even in the worst of times, writing these up is a blast and I love that there are literally tens of thousands of comic books to choose from. What’s gonna be next to read?? Oooooh, I can’t wait to find out! I’ve read a few graphic novels that I want to post about, but I keep forgetting about them. Ever read Blankets? It’s amazing.

Music

Yeah right. 2025 is an incredibly weak year for music and I’m going to struggle to find five albums that I liked for my annual write-up. I used to write about 25 albums, then I got exhausted with that shit. Hopefully 2026 will be a better year, and my New Year’s resolution is to pick Newer Release Roundup back up. For one thing, this feature got me excited about music at its peak in 2021/2022. For another, this was originally supposed to be a music blog! How am I supposed to maintain my hipster cred when I’m spending all my time complaining about how stupid Captain America is? Look forward to me trying and failing to write up new albums on a weekly basis. Bi-weekly? Monthly? Ugh, I don’t know yet. We’ll see how that pans out.

Movies/TV

2025 did not see me watching a lot of movies. What happened was I got back into a nerdy sci-fi kick and I spent most of my evenings watching Farscape, Stargate SG-1, and various Star Treks. Not wasted time though, as each season of these shitty episodic TV shows from 30+ years ago got a write-up comprising capsulated episode reviews, which was pretty fun in its own right. All like “Geordi LaForge fucked a motherboard”, which is every episode, honestly. I spent very little time watching actual good TV, and I think it’s because my brain needs a break from anything too heavy. I watched Servant on AppleTV and it’s about dead babies. Sometimes a little Jean-Luc Picard is needed as a palate cleanser! But, yeah, I have a ton of posts about movies and TV shows almost ready to post, but I’m not feeling it on a regular basis. Sometimes I just don’t want to re-read my own writing. Totally cringe. Skibidi.

Other Stuff

I started a feature called People Who Suck (kicked off with Charlie Kirk!) that I hope will get those creative juices flowing. It’s going to mostly be criminals and Republicans — often both at the same time — and it will be fun to make fun of all sorts of awful, awful pieces of shit.

More than a lot of other content on this blog, I’d love to continue Sucky Funnies Sunday on a regular basis. The problem here is that, these days, I’d much rather sleep in until noon on Sunday than sift through the wacky antics of Mary Worth and Mallard Fillmore. It’s a shame, because these are really fun to do.

Did I mention Chick Tracts! 1930s pulp sci-fi stories! wikiHow! Earthbound! Yeah, someday.

Final Thoughts

Man, I don’t know. Here’s a picture of a young Teddy Roosevelt with some horrible mutton chop bullshit going on.

State of the Blog

All-New Wolverine (Vol. 1), Issue #2

* Part 2 of 6 of the Four Sisters storyline *

Welcome to Loneliness & Cheeseburgers Presents: All-New Wolverine (Vol. 1), Issue #2! In the previous installment, Laura Kinney tries to fight and stop another version of Laura Kinney, but then that Laura Kinney commits suicide off of the Eiffel Tower (which is pretty badass). Then the first Laura Kinney knows that there are other Laura Kinneys out there who need to be stopped and saved. So expect five more issues of that.

There’s also a thing about a man in a bomb-proof bunker, which seems too important to be a throwaway but too inconsequential to mention it again outside of this very sentence!

Also, Wolverine is a girl now. That about sums everything up!


All-New Wolverine (Vol. 1), Issue #2 [January, 2016]
Written by: Tom Taylor

All-New Wolverine (Vol. 1), Issue #2

We begin in Alchemax Genetics in New York, two days after all the hooey in Paris. A handcuffed Laura Kinney is brought in by two burly men through the hallways of the restricted section. She is welcomed to the facility by a scalpel. “I trust you don’t object,” the security officer Captain man says as he slices into Kinney’s arm. It bleeds for about three seconds before the wound closes up on its own.

Kinney grumbles as if her convenience is being threatened. After proving that she is who she is, she is allowed out of the handcuffs and further led down the corridors. A huge screen shows security footage of four women — “experiments” — escaping the facility. The Captain calls them experiments, but Kinney warns that he should start calling them “people” or else she’s not lifting a finger to help.

“It’s all right, Captain Mooney,” says an effusive, happy, skinny, bald, professorial-looking garbage piece of shit. “I’ll take it from here.” The man thanks Kinney for agreeing to the terms and conditions of her less-than-cordial admittance into the facility. “My name is Robert Chandler, I’m the director of Alchemax Genetics.”

*Laura Kinney murders Robert Chandler with a cricket bat*

“I owe you everything,” Chandler continues. “You saved my son’s life in Paris. How did you know the Sisters were targeting him?”

All-New Wolverine (Vol. 1), Issue #2

They set up 45 fart bombs and farted everyone to oblivion. It would be horrible if it weren’t so funny!

Kinney tells him that is was obvious, sucka. Chandler has been in hiding since the incident. “These ‘people’ destroyed an Alchemax Genetics laboratory two weeks ago in an act of terrorism. Every single one of our scientists died in the blaze. As did a number of Captain Mooney’s security staff.”

Sounds like an act of war to me! Someone call the Alchemax Genetics laboratory and get them involved stat!

Chandler shows photos of the women. X23_3PAR. X23_2ZEL. X23_4GAB. X23_1BEL. “I realize they have your face, but there is no humanity in these creatures. They watched our people burn.” At first they were trained to kill, but they started using that training to kill! “They intend to kill everyone connected to our company,” he continues. So, Laura Kinney, are you up to the task of murdering yourself four times?

So we’re dealing with clones here, right? Alchemax acquired Kinney’s DNA and tried to make more copies, but none of them had healing powers or claws. Or a dang conscience. And it’s beyond what Alchemax can handle. So if you could, please, Ms. Kinney, can you snikt the hell out of them all?

Kinney agrees to help. Seacrest out. As Kinney leaves the facility, Captain Mooney orders a couple of his goons to follow her.

So they do.

And she gets halfway down a street before she suddenly dips into an alley, disappears, reappears as Wolverine, holds her claws up to these two goons, knocks them against the walls, and glowers at them. “Tell Captain Mooney I don’t like being followed. Now – run away.”

The goons run away with pants full of fetid diarrhea. It really is a sight to behold.

A wimpy little flying man descends from the sky into the alley. “Damn. You really can be quite scary.” He picks her up and they fly off.

“Are you scared of me?” Kinney asks Angel.

“I don’t think there’s any right way to answer that. I sense the whole question could be a trap.”

“Good instincts.”

*audience laughs and claps before a commercial break featuring Rice-a-Roni, the San Francisco Treat*

We now go to Laura Kinney’s apartment in the Bronx, where Angel drops her off on the balcony. She’s acting all weird and quiet, and asks the astonished Angel to pick things up tomorrow. He leaves looking like Fry from Futurama whenever he doesn’t understand what the hell is going on.

Laura Kinney stands alone in her ugly, run-down apartment… or is she alone? She can hear a heartbeat… She can smell a scent…

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And it either smells like victory or it smells like old Cheetos and stale 7-Up. You decide.

One of Kinney’s clones – shorter and younger – is raiding the fridge. “Did you kill my sister?” the clone asks, holding up the mask the dead clone was wearing in Paris. Kinney denies killing her sister. “There are a lot of people hunting you,” Kinney tells the clone. She is unperturbed by this news. In fact, she pivots to calling the apartment “crappy” and tells her that she’s almost out of milk. Barely any fruit or vegetables. A lot of leftover pizza and ice cream.

“Why are you here?” Kinney asks.

“They’re going to kill us,” the clone responds. “I don’t want my sisters to die.”

“I know.”

“You know what it’s like to be created. To be used.”

“Yes.”

“You should be helping us.”

“I won’t help you to kill.”

“They took pain away from us. They took feeling away. They need to pay.”

“Whatever the company did to you, innocent people don’t need to die over it.”

“I agree.”

Kinney doesn’t believe her. She, after all, helped kill all those people at Alchemax. The clone denies that, saying that they didn’t burn the place down or anything like that. “There are people who need to die for what they did to us,” the clone says. “Two of my sisters think they should suffer first.”

Then the clone says she had set Kinney’s bedroom on fire. Kinney runs to check and sees a contained smoldering on a plate on her bed. When Kinney returns to the living room, the clone is gone…

*audience laughs and claps before a commercial break featuring Ozempic, where the side effects include nausea, vomiting, diarrhea, stomach pain, constipation, upset stomach, heartburn, burping, gas, bloating, loss of appetite, runny nose, sore throat, stomach flu, headache, dizziness, tiredness, low blood sugar, herpes, and death*

Cloney returns to the sewers of New York, deep underground, where we find out her name is Gabby.

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Don’t give me lip, Gabby. I will smack you so hard that I’ll feel it. We will all feel it!

Gabby gets chastised for breeching the surface of NYC because one of their own has already died, we don’t need another one of their own to die. Especially not by jumping off of the Eiffel Tower. Again. And Gabby thinks she’s slick, but the real Laura Kinney descends the stone steps into the sewer dressed as Wolverine.

The three sisters point their guns at Wolverine, who puts her hands up all “whoa, hey”, but that doesn’t work! The blonde one shoots her in the stomach a few times, much to Gabby’s alarm. Good thing the only actions that will kill Laura Kinney are a) direct sunlight, b) fire, c) decapitation, d) a wooden stake through the heart, and e) falling from the Eiffel Tower.

Wolverine had passed out, but she comes to quickly in a couple of panels. Gabby apologizes for Bellona’s itchy trigger finger, but Bellona has a knife to Wolverine’s face anyway.

“What happens now?” asks Wolverine.

“Now we talk,” responds Gabby.

“You know I wanted to talk before you shot me?”

“We need to live long enough to avenge what’s been done to us,” snarls Bellona. “We’re not taking chances.”

The third sister, Zelda, insists that they didn’t cause the explosion at Alchemax. They were just escaping when they were discovered, they swear it on their various gods.

Wolverine starts whispering. She hears bootsteps. She smells gunpowder. “Untie me,” she says. “There are people coming.”

Time to band together now! Wolverine suspects that it’s Captain Mooneypants. And she suspects this because Captain Mooneypants and his army are five feet in front of the women. “I want to thank you for leading us to them so quickly, Wolverine,” he says, betraying her in front of the others. Wolverine gibbers while the sisters are like “WHAT?!”

“Shoot the experiments,” orders Mooney. “We need our property back.”

The bullets go RAT-A-TAT-TAT while fighting occurs. Within a page, Mooney’s army is down completely. Bellona cocks her gun and aims it at the unconscious Mooney, but Wolverine tries to stop her. “This one was our jailer for years,” says Bellona. “Trust me. He deserves it.”

He doesn’t deserve it! No one else needs to die! Please! I’ll give you the best cunnilingus that–

BLAM! BLAM! BLAM!

Three sisters down! Some douchebag named the Taskmaster with his stupid gun and his stupid skull face and his stupid shield has shown up suddenly in the sewers with no preamble.

“You’re right. No one else needs to die,” he booms.

Wolverine has officially pooed her pants.

Final Thoughts

Zany and all over the place! Now we have the Taskmaster to contend with! I’m at the edge of my seat! Now I’m at the edge of a cliff! Now I’m falling! Now I’m dead! See you next time!

Nightwing (Vol. 4), Issue #6 – “Night of the Monster Men (Part 5)”

* Part 5 of 6 of the Night of the Monster Men storyline *

Welcome to Loneliness & Cheeseburgers Presents: Nightwing (Vol. 4), Issue #6 – “Night of the Monster Men (Part 5)!” In the previous installment of the Night of the Monster Men storyline, Batman’s troupe continues to fight the monsters.

…so, uh, Gotham Girl and Nightwing turned into monsters, but Duke Thomas left the Batcave against Batman’s wishes with an injection gun of Monster Cure and saves Gotham Girl!

But there’s still Nightwing.

And the other monsters.

And, well, my patience and interest are waning! Stop jerking off and go stop those monsters, gawddamnit.


Nightwing (Vol. 4), Issue #6 [December, 2016]
Written by: Steve Orlando / Tim Seeley
“Night of the Monster Men (Part 5)”

Nightwing (Vol. 4), Issue #6

Batwoman was in the middle of a free fall, by the way. That’s how the previous issue ended! So there was a bit of a cliffhanger if you care about Batwoman at all. WHICH I DO NOT.

These comics insist that we know the monster carnage is happening in the Burnley District. I don’t know why. Is the Burnley District notorious for being a relatively monster-free sector of Gotham?

Batwoman welcomes Duke Thermos to the party! There’s Nightwing over there, he’s ready to tear the flesh right off your adolescent bones! Enjoy!

Oh right, she’s falling. Well, here’s her plan: shoot Nightwing through the shoulder with a roped harpoon, then dangle from him for a bit of time. “Nightwing’s contained,” she declares, and no one buys it. These fucking superheroes are trying so hard to come across as useful, hot shit, but they’re all embarrassing themselves. Even Duke Thomas is like “you’re fucking falling, you stupid cunt.”

Yes, she’s falling. Here’s the plan: defying all the laws of physics, Batwoman is going to leap off of Nightwing at the last second, and Duke is going to plunge him in the chest with a dose of Monster Cure as he falls at 20,000 mph. It happens, and it makes a “THORK” sound. He screams, bleats, blerts, and bleehrraaghhs back to the normal, red sap-covered young boy that we all know and don’t love. He looks up all like “DID I MISS ANYTHING?!” *wink*

Meanwhile, in the Olsen Park caves, a kid asks Detective Bullock if they’re safe. He’s like “yeah kid, that monster is outside of the caves, now reach into my pocket.” And yes, the monster is indeed outside of the caves and making its way toward the city proper. As far as what’s in Bullock’s pocket, I don’t really want to know.

Nightwing cradles his arm while all the self-proclaimed defenders of the city look up at the next beast about town, the one that formed from the sap burned off by the flares in the caves.

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That’s the biggest vibrator I’ve ever seen! And it’s comin’ right for us!

The monster hurls a car right at Nightwing and Spoiler, but instead of being crushed into hummus, Gotham Girls saves both at the very last second. “What next? Where can I help?” she asks. All these kids want to help, huh? Help by writing your congressman. If we don’t stop voting in these DUMBocrats, the monsters will never leave us alone!

No, but really, Gotham Girl, you can take a hike. Or, actually, now that Nightwing thinks about it, they were doing shit at Blackgate before they were unable to do shit there anymore. Gotham Girl! You’re perfect! Here’s what you can do: Drop Nightwing and Spoiler off at Blackgate and fuck back off to the Batcave to help Alfred open a jar of pickles.

Duke, you go home too, goddamnit. Everyone is so sick of your shit.

Spoiler does this thing where she sticks her spear into the ground and projects images into the air right in front of them like computer screens, which is awfully fucking convenient. They start manipulating their respective screens with their hands and do some smart-talkin’ at each other about Hugo Strange. The monsters are cadavers of Strange’s former patients. Spoiler, in four seconds, finds footage of Strange’s session with Oleg Balinoff.

“You’re a manipulator, Oleg,” Strange says, jotting notes while Oleg lies on his prison bed. “The way you talk of the world, I think your ego makes you see other people as under you, nothing more than a means to an end…”

Then there’s footage of Strange talking to Darcy. She has a fear of failure.

Then there’s footage of Strange talking to Joseph. His grief is controlling him.

Then there’s footage of Strange talking to Robert Castro. He smells like tuna fish, and he also is at a stage of arrested development.

Nightwing puts it together. Manipulation, fear, grief, and arrested development. Hugo Strange is Jason Bateman! Or…

KRAKOOM!

“Batman to Nightwing…” Great, Batman’s gonna interrupt the moment with his patented talking.

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I hope it kills both of them. Gut. Squelch. Bye bye, Nightwing and Spoiler forever.

Nightwing tells Batman to stop worrying about them. Batman tells them to stop now before they get gutted and squelched. Nightwing tells him they’re really close. Close to what, I’m not sure. Orgasm, probably.

“You can stop this thing, Batman. We both know how. There’s only one option left. Do it.”

Batman grits his perfect teeth and swings across town. “Batman to all-points. Stand down. Spoiler, Nightwing… hold on.”

I don’t know exactly what Nightwing and Spoiler are doing on their magic Air Computers, but they need to hurry the fuck up. Spoiler then activates the Wayne Watchtowers, which are just the tops of two ordinary buildings downtown that light up like lighthouse beacons. Then, two seconds later, the monster gets electrocuted. I guess that’s the end of that? I don’t know what the fuck just happened, personally. Why am I reading this?

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Now’s not the time for Minesweeper! Let’s go!

ALFRED HAS SOMETHING TO REPORT FROM THE CAVE, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN. EVERYONE BE QUIET WHILE THE PROPHET SPEAKS. “Master Dick, the DNA sample from the first monster – it’s changing. Strange’s Monster Venom… the cells are programmable… not truly organic, just acting so… They’re communicating across open air…and it looks like… sir… the cellular activity… The programming’s updating. They’re rewriting their makeup with factors from the four fallen monsters… the codes folding together. Connections where I never would have seen them… It’s like God putting together a broken clock, Master Dick.”

Well put, sir. Take your medicine.

Nightwing says it’s not God at work here. It’s Hugo Strange.

Sorry if you got them confused or whatever.

And now an even bigger monster shows up, culled from the remains of the four earlier monsters. That’s just what everyone fucking needs right now.

Let’s check in on Batman himself. He, Clayface, Batwoman, and Emeril Lagasse are near the Sister Arcippe Cathedral where both Nightwing and Spoiler swoop in to join them. Nightwing thought he would never turn on the Watchtowers, and Batman launches into a lengthy explanation of why, yes, he would turn on the Watchertowers.

“We found Strange, Batman,” Spoiler says, cutting to the chase before this issue gets padded out further. “His Monster Venom is based off the Santa Priscan formula. Synthesizing it is an elaborate process. I dug into records. There are multiple sites with matching data. The only one in Gotham is Anders Tower. That’s where Strange is.”

Hmmm, if I were a smart person, I would leave Gotham so that these costumed nerds would never smell the trail. But that’s just me. Hugo Strange is obviously not a smart person. I, an actual smart person, could’ve told you that. And I did! So there.

Nightwing adds that Strange chose his four victims because of their insecurities, something Strange has in spades. “Four patients,” Nightwing says, holding up, thankfully, the correct number of fingers. “Four monsters coming together to form something more. You said it yourself. Strange is a psychologist. These aren’t just monsters. They’re a statement. They’re his diagnosis… of Batman.”

Batman is speechless because Nightwing is right: Batman’s a big, stupid baby! “Leave Strange to me,” he says.

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Oh, yeah, sure, it’s always ALL about Batman, isn’t it? Gotham City’s Biggest Narcissist.

“He’s obsessed with you. He wants you face-to-face,” Nightwing says. “Don’t give him what he wants.”

Batman tells Nightwing to cork it. He’s going anyway. “There’s nothing wrong with walking into the dragon’s den. As long as you’re ready to slay the dragon. Strange wants Batman face-to-face? I’d say he’s earned it.”

We see a montage of Hugo Strange strapping on his Batman costume. Ready to jerk off in the tub.

Final Thoughts

I think someone should dunk Strange’s head in the toilet, give him a noogie, and throw him off a bridge. Then celebrate with frosty chocolate milkshakes. How’s that for a final thought, buttfucker.