Season 9, Episode 17 – “Dumbbell Indemnity”

The Simpsons, Season 9, Episode 17 - Dumbbell Indemnity

“Dumbbell Indemnity”

Original Air Date:
March 1, 1998
Directed by:
Dominic Polcino
Written by:

Ron Hauge

QUICK SYNOPSIS

Homer and Moe attempt insurance fraud so that Moe can support his new girlfriend. When Homer ends up in jail, Moe has to decide whether or not to come forward.

POINTLESS GUEST STAR(S)

Helen Hunt as Renee, but not at all pointless. Celebrity guest stars playing other characters? Why, that’s come Classic Simpsons shit!

WHY THIS EPISODE SUCKS

I’m supposed to dislike this episode because it represents a shallow attempt to flesh out a minor character by introducing him to a love interest who is completely devoid of personality while Homer plays the bumbling sidekick. I don’t dislike this episode, though, because Moe is one of my favorite side-characters and the jokes are funny. “Yeah, yeah, yeah, big deal! You got a wife! I got a rash! Who cares!” That’s just one of the 70 funny things Moe will say. Hank Azaria, you’ve done it again!

Dissecting the episode more thoroughly will reveal writing issues. Yes, Renee is bland. She is a one-off character shoehorned into a relationship just to give the minor character a relationship. What’s her backstory besides just being a pretty flower girl? Does she actually have a lot of weird scars and a fake ass? We don’t know! Worse yet, she’s actually in the episode only to facilitate a zany insurance fraud scheme involving Homer. That would be like taking an episode like “I Love Lisa”, where Ralph falls in love with Lisa, and using Ralph as a love interest in order to allow Homer to make money punching dogs in the face after coming up with a zany dog-punching pyramid scheme. Like, why does everything have to be about Homer? Can’t we see Moe hit it off with a new girlfriend who likes biking or origami or something and not have to involve Homer stealing a car and going to jail? Please?

Other than that, great episode.! This is my personal favorite of Season 9 (unless I already said that somewhere else, which is entirely possible) mostly because Moe is so wretched and hopeless that it was nice to see him thrown a bone for 15 minutes.

The Simpsons, Season 9, Episode 17 - Dumbbell Indemnity

IMDb TRIVIA FUNHOUSE!

During the making of the episode, Helen Hunt and Hank Azaria were dating. In an interview with People Magazine in 1998, Mike Scully stated: “Hank and Helen got along so well it’s hard to believe they are a real couple.” In July 1999, the couple married, but divorced in December 2000, after a long separation.
lol, July 1999 – December 2000 including a long separation. Marriage is beautiful, folks.

Mike Scully greatly enjoyed the scene where Homer attempts to escape Moe’s car when it is going down the cliff, and has said that it is one of his favorite scenes from the show.
This is because Mike Scully was a major contributor to the zombification of the Simpsons and that sequence was the most Zombie Simpsons moment of the episode! But who am I to complain? Just a loyal viewer who got fucked over by decades of shit.

The writers admitted on the audio commentary that Renee has no real personality.
Oh, the male writers wrote a female love interest with no personality? This has never happened before! Let’s make sure it never happens again!


FINAL GRADE
A-

February 14, 2003 – Great Western Forum, Inglewood, CA

Note: I do not have any download links to any shows. Don’t be a dingus. Refer to the Phish Spreadsheet for that.


February 14, 2003 – Great Western Forum, Inglewood, CA

Set One

My Sweet One — 2:41
HELLO? HELLO, I CAN’T HEAR YOU! ARE YOU GUYS SINGING?

The redneck rhumba of “My Sweet One” brings to mind good ol’ Jerry Garcia overdosing on crushed amphetamines, horse tranquilizers, and pregnancy pills. Yee-haw hoo-wee!

Cover of the Rolling Stone — 3:04
What the fuck is this “Achy Breaky Heart” shit? Never sing this again, please.

Oh wait, they never did sing this again. Thanks for listening to me.

Chalk Dust Torture — 9:54
Finally, something that doesn’t sound like teenage girls in the ’70s getting date-raped on the lawn at Grateful Dead shows. What it DOES sound like is another great ass “Chalk Dust Torture”! A tender, contemplative “Chalk Dust Torture”. The kind of torture that can only come from methodically-minded psychopaths. Phish doesn’t fit that bill at all! But Trey starts tearing this song a new asshole by about 6:45 and that’s good enough for me.

Fee — 10:54
Ohhhh, Feeeee. You’re trying live a life that’s completely free. Hey, “Fee” is the first song on the first album Junta! Isn’t that cool?! NO?!?! You’re correct!

A pleasant little ambient jam starts off at about five minutes in. Page all “plink plink plink” an’ shit. Then Trey goes “pluck pluck pluck”. I mean, that’s all I can really say. It’s kind of cool, actually. At some point it sounds like Kraftwerk or something (not true).

Taste — 11:08
“Fee” flows “seamlessly” into “Taste”, and by that I mean there are seams galore! But don’t let that stop you from enjoy this awesome “Taste” of things to come! Ha! Haha!

I like this song. I’ve probably mentioned that already dozens of times, but I do. I think Trey has a good voice here, and it’s a good song to showcase how complicated he can work the fret while singing. Zappa couldn’t even sing and play guitar at the same time. That guy was an idiot.

Bathtub Gin — 19:57
A 20-minute “Bathtub Gin”?! Have I died and gone to Reverse Hell?!

Around 9:20 it gets weird and psychedelic for literally eight seconds before reverting back to the funkiness that they had thus far established. Let’s see if something else happens…

I’m at 12:30 and not really…

I’m at 15:15 and not really…

I’m at 18:00 and not really…

Pretty dope version, huh?

Heavy Things — 6:17
Pretty standard version, if not a little bit on the speedy side. KEEP THAT TEMPO UP! I NEED TO BOB MY HEAD VIOLENTLY TO THE RHYTHMS!

Jam is short and sweet, like a pickle. Right? I have nothing much more to say about this one. Sorry about the pickle thing. That was weird.

Golgi Apparatus — 5:09
“Golgi Apparatus” is usually a set opener. Like, a Set One opener. Like, keep it away from my set closer, hosers.

Pretty tight here for the most part, although they keep this one slow. I blame Fish for falling asleep on his kit, drooling all over the hi-hat.

Set Two

Possum — 12:02
Yo, what’s with all the slowness! Meh, I guess “Possum” is allowed to be low and lazy, like my horrible malformed genitalia.

Typical “Possum” fare. You get some of that funky chunky southern country fried chicken groovin’, the kind that makes you think of a dead possum carcass on the side of the road. Stinking up the place. FUN FACT: “Possum” is the second-most played track in Phish’s live shows. Don’t quote me on that.

Walls of the Cave — 23:13
Oh, the suspense! One minute of tense Page-isms leads into that cloggin’ opener proper, and a a massive “Walls of the Cave” begins! Too bad Trey’s weak-ass guitar lead-ins sucked the fun out of the build-up. Then his weak-ass voice jumps in, taking what little wind I had left in my sails!

Luckily, this really picks up into something special after all that off-key singing with a pretty rockin’ Trey solo. After one more piece of the chorus, the jam begins at around 7:30. Getting weird right before 13:00. Even weirder at 15:30, like the aliens are landing, man. Drop some acid right now, boyeee, because you’ll want to be on Mars for the next 7 minutes!

And just like that, 23 minutes are up! I think I lost my pants…

Carini — 6:21
A seamless transition into “Carini”, who, as I recall, has a lumpy head. And due to the lumpiness of Carini’s head, I couldn’t eat my food.

Short and sweet. In and out. No jam. Just like my peanut butter sandwich.

All of These Dreams — 4:29
Time for something boring! Boo! I hate it when the Boys get all sentimental, especially in Phish 2.0 when I demand my 95-minute cocaine-fueled trippy nothingness. Moving on.

Limb by Limb — 9:06
YADA YADA YADA YADA JAM AT 3:30. Very pretty stuff, almost like you’re lazily swinging from trees limb by limb. Or some other lame analogy that your average lame Phish fan would use to describe the song while completely stoned out of their gourd.

Oh wait, it gets really strange and skirting the confines of Type II after a couple of minutes. Trey fuzzes out his guitar while Page plays the straight man. He’s not the straight man in my heart, though. Hubba hubba.

Just kidding. Page is ugly.

The Oh Kee Pa Ceremony — 1:49
No.

AC/DC Bag — 11:33
“AC/DC Bag”, while a great song, has always perplexed me. From what I can tell, the lyrics aren’t really about anything at all. At all! And is it referencing AC/DC the band? Or are we talking AC/DC in the literal electricity-related sense? And where does this “bag” come in? Ridiculous.

I think I’ve made my point here.

Prince Caspian — 9:02
Ugh. The most overplayed nothing track of all time. Give me a 20-minute “You Enjoy Myself” as a Set 2 closer instead. Then I wouldn’t have to CUM from my BALLS in ANGER.

Oh wait, that’s “Character Zero”. I get them mixed up all the time because OUCH MY BALLS.

I’ve really given up on this show, haven’t I?

Encore

Loving Cup — 8:25
Everyone loves a good encore! I wi– oh, it’s “Loving Cup”? Never mind.

Ms. Marvel (Vol. 4), Issue #1 – “Super Famous (Part 1)”

* Part 1 of 3 of the Super Famous storyline *

Welcome to Loneliness & Cheeseburgers Presents: Ms. Marvel (Vol. 4), Issue #1 – “Super Famous (Part 1)”!

Kamala Khan is A+! I want to read more Kamala Khan, so I am. And there’s nothing you jerks can do about it!

Sorry, I didn’t mean to call you guys jerks. I need every reader I can get.


Ms. Marvel (Vol. 4), Issue #1 [January, 2016]
Written by: G. Willow Wilson
“Super Famous (Part 1)”

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Ms. Marvel begins the issue by recapping the events at the end of the previous series, namely the whole apocalypse thing. I don’t know how that that multi-series event panned out, but I can give you Ms. Marvel’s take: “Instead of [the world] crashing down in a fiery apocalypse, it simply got more awesome.” So there you have it.

Ms. Marvel is chasing down a culprit, and she’s got a few friends in tow now! Namely, Iron Man, Thor, Captain America, and Spider-Man, plus some other C-list Avengers I don’t care about and neither should you.

They’re all fighting a giant rat with a purple eyemask. “Don’t get me wrong, it’s been a lot of hard work,” she says of becoming America’s newest Avenger. “The learning curve is steep. I’ve had to be faster, stronger, smarter – and still home by curfew.”

Grove Street, Jersey City, Post Rat-Villain Obliteration: Tony Stark drops Ms. Marvel off at her house and books it even though he promised to help her with her physics homework. “Fuck THAT!” he says. He has a date! Go pound sand, kid! *peels off in his Lambo*

She falls asleep trying to do her homework. And here is where our adventure begins!

*sad trombone*

Kamala Khan tells us all about how things have changed since all this shit went down with The Inventor. For one thing, they rebuilt the science lab with a bunch of new whiz-bang equipment. Even Zoe Zimmer isn’t some airheaded, insensitive, accidentally-on-purpose racist anymore! She’s good-time buddies with Kamala and Nakia, and she even brings coffee like a good intern.

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“Buhh…” I couldn’t have said it better myself when it comes to caffeine and skipping gym class.

Where’s Bruno? Well, not only are we talking about Bruno when we clearly should not be talking about Bruno, but he’s hanging out with Mike. And who’s Mike, Kamala asks? Zoe points to Bruno kissing a rather plump girl in the hallway. “That’s Mike.”

“Mike is a girl,” Kamala says, not a question.

“Short for Michaela, apparently,” says Nakia.

“When did this happen?”

“Like six weeks ago! Where have you been?”

“Are they… together?”

“Uhh, yes?

Clearly, Kamala is having an issue grasping this new information that shouldn’t have been new information at all. “I just think of that moment Bruno and I had on the roof. it was pretty much yesterday, or at least that’s how it feels,” she thinks, frowning wistfully. She suddenly runs off, bolting down the hallway to get to class.

Kamala snipes at Bruno during physics class. He didn’t understand the homework, and she calls him a dumbshit moronic fuckpig. She tells him he should ask HiS gIrLfRiEnD for help instead. When class ends, Kamala storms out haughtily, leaving Bruno to chase after her. “Can we at least talk about this?” he asks as she continues to pull ahead and away from him in the hallway. “What’s there to talk about?” Kamala says, gritting her teeth. “You told me you were in love with me, then I see you kissing some random girl in the hallway.”

 Ms. Marvel (Vol. 4), Issue #1

Saran-wrap that little dick of yours, son. Double wrap for maximum safety!

They bicker like this for a while. Bruno, ultimately, says “YOU TOLD ME TO MOVE ON, KAMALA. YOU TOLD ME!” To this, she says “oh yeah”, but she didn’t expect it to all happen so soon, you know? “I never meant to hurt you. I’ve tried to talk to you about Mike, but you’re so busy being an Avenger that you’re never around anymore.”

Soon after they briefly touch upon the embarrassing and gross penis-in-vagina stuff, both Kamala and Bruno notice and stare up at a giant billboard where Ms. Marvel encourages the population to clean up Jersey City! This is when Kamala fully realizes how much she isn’t paying attention to anything around her real life anymore.

“Did you sign some kind of weird product endorsement or something?” Bruno asks.

“NO! I’ve never seen this before!” she yells angrily (the manner in which most people yell).

The billboard is situated above an apartment development that now has an organic foods store, a yoga center, and two sushi restaurants. A man named Chuck offers Kamala and Bruno to check out their new model unit, and Kamala gets up in Chuck’s face about using Ms. Marvel to shill white people shit. He merely hands them pamphlets. “On behalf of Hope Yards Development, thanks for visiting Phase I of our downtown revitalizing project.”

Chuck looks like a hipster douche, and Kamala wants to give him an atomic wedgie. This whole billboard thing is driving her nuts. “What is happening?!” she cries, tearing her hair out. Nakia and Zoe show up to comment upon the billboard, calling Ms. Marvel a sellout to the gentrification of Jersey City. Kamala is like “NUH-UH SHE’S NOT!” Nakia is like “’Fraid so.” Kamala argues that maybe Ms. Marvel has been so busy sucking Avenger dick that she has let things slip away from her. Maybe, just maybe. Nakia finds that cute.

Kamala runs under the pretense that she’s meeting up with Aamir at the mosque, but she tears off her not-Ms. Marvel clothes to reveal her Ms. Marvel clothes and runs back to the Hope Yards Development complex. Rapping on the door SMARTLY, she yells to Chuck that she has a complaint. No answer. She tries turning the doorknob – locked. Then she smallifies herself and slips under the door crack.

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They want to turn the Khan household into a Wild Fork.

She overhears a conversation going on outside. “You can’t just tear down my store and cut me a check! What you paid me wouldn’t buy five feet of sidewalk in Manhattan! I ran the grocery on this corner for twenty years!”

It’s Radislav, the man who runs a store! And he’s getting pushed out! Well, no mas! Ms. Marvel makes herself known and challenges these two security guard dudes roughing up Radislav to a fight! And fight they do, although they both have large, glowing, state-of-the-art crowd dispersal weaponry, so that isn’t rad. How did that happen? “Suspicious loiterers detected,” blares one of many Hope Yards security drones that buzz onto the scene. They look like they’re mere seconds away from opening fire and/or stinging the bejesus out of these two with their scary bee-like stingers, so Radislav runs to his car with Ms. Marvel in tow.

“Radislav, I don’t think this is a nice, normal blood-sucking corporation we’re dealing with,” Ms. Marvel says as the car is attacked by bee drones. Radislav peels away, asking why Ms. Marvel’s picture is up there on the billboard. Is she getting a little kickback? Eh? Some moolah? Bread, see? Getting her back scratched, as it were?

NO! “It’s like I’ve become public property…” she thinks, ruminating over how she used to be able to lay low. Radislav tells her this merely means people are paying attention to the good things she’s doing.

They bump into a new threat after rounding a corner: protestors! “OUT WITH HOPE YARDS!”, “KEEP JC REAL”, and a big picture of Ms. Marvel with the caption “SELLOUT”.

Ms. Marvel shrinks down to mouse-size and scurries out of Radislav’s car, running through the crowd hopefully unnoticed. She finds Bruno’s giant Bruno-leg and grabs onto the cuff on his jeans. “Just keep walking!” she squeaks. Bruno turns onto another street, away from the other protestors, as he and Ms. Marvel argue some more about Mike. Bruno flashes back to the moment he and Mike met…

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And that really firm right arm from all the jerkin’ it he does all day.

When you get down to the nitty gritty, Kamala just plain wasn’t paying attention to nuthin’ and now she’s actually all butthurt about it; not Bruno’s problem.

Suddenly, a giant frog terrorizes the street with the protestors. Suddenly, Ms. Marvel is also gigantic and runs after the frog. “GET BACK HERE, YOU PSYCHO AMPHIBIAN!” Suddenly, a regular-sized bus is launched into the air and falls right in Bruno’s path. Suddenly, Mike pulls him to safety before the bus smushes him into a mush.

“Where did you learn those moves?” Bruno asks.

“I took an urban fantasy self-defense class a couple months ago. We covered narrow escapes pretty extensively. I’m Michaela, by the way. Michaela Miller. People call me Mike.”

They mention seeing each other in various classes, they bond over a shared fear of that pesky end-of-the-world scenario, and Bruno asks Mike out for some bubble tea. AND THE REST, AS THEY SAY, IS HISTORY. Or maybe not. Who knows?

“We liked the same books. We hated the same movies – It was just really easy for me to talk to her,” Bruno says to Kamala. “So we started hanging out every day. You were around sometimes. But you were always, you know… busy.”

Bruno met Mike’s two moms. Mike met Bruno’s grandparents.

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Great idea, grandma. Let me just also tell my new girlfriend that I’m a neo-Nazi and I watch scat porn in my free time.

Bruno gets weird, and later decides to be really stupid and tell Mike during a walk that he has been in love with Kamala since second grade. Mike had already guessed. “She’s in half the pictures your grandma was showing me. With you looking at her in this kind of certain way.” She says she’s fucking out if there’s going to be some weird drama, and Bruno goes “HA! HA! WEIRD DRAMA! HA! NOT AT ALL!! I MEAN IT!! HA HA HA!! BRRRRRRRTTT!”

So they kiss. And that’s the story, Kamala. Got a light?

Final Thoughts

WELL, WELL, WELL. HOW THE TURNTABLES! Now that Bruno is unavailable, Kamala is going to try to horn in on the action and be all over that piece? Fat chance, sister! Maybe you should try your hand at Peter Parker, especially after… you know… she was horribly mangled in an accident at the bubblewrap factory.

Green Lantern Corps: Recharge, Issue #3 – “Vega”

* Part 3 of 5 of the Green Lantern Corps: Recharge limited Series *

Welcome to Loneliness & Cheeseburgers Presents: Green Lantern Corps: Recharge, Issue #3 – “Vega”! In the previous installment, now that the recruits have congregated at Oa there is all sorts of shit going down in other Sectors. One Sector has a star exploding, which may or may not have sucked Vath and Isamot within its black-holey depths. Another Sector contains a planet who is a Lantern in of itself, and Gardner and Rayner helped fend of Rann and Thanagarian fleets who were going to destroy the weird Lantern planet. Another Sector contains Soranik Natu, who got trapped after trying to run the fuck away from Oa and the other Green Lanterns.

So that’s where we’re at right now. Too much going on and not enough room to be snide about it! Not yet, at least, but oh, there’s time!


Green Lantern Corps: Recharge, Issue #3 [January, 2006]
Written by: Geoff Johns
“Vega”

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Deep Space. So deep that there are no Sectors at all!

“You really want to go to Vega, Rayner?” says one big green streak in the dark. “This is big-time Lantern rule-breaking, y’know.”

The other big green streak ignores the first big green streak. “I’m the bad boy and the Guardians expect it,” says Gardner. “If they can me an’ send me back to Earth, fine. But you… you live to be out here. Be the Guardians’ golden boy.”

The Rayner-shaped big green streak continues to ignore until he can’t ignore any longer, then he tells Gardner to get over himself. Right now, his gut tells him to save this woman even if it’s against protocol. And if he has to go as far as Vega, well, he’ll damn well go as far as Vega! And what happens in Vega stays in Vega, so cork it, Gardner.

Guy Gardner is on board because the woman is hot, so that’s where we are here in the year 2006. They descend upon the solar system with its belt of a trillion asteroids; time to start lookin’. The ring gives a warning: THIS SYSTEM IS OUTSIDE THE JURISDICTION OF THE GUARDIANS. LANTERNS ARE ADVISED THAT PROCEEDING FURTHER IS A SERIOUS DISCIPLINARY OFFENSE.

Ohhh, it’s on, baby. Gimme some of that serious disciplinary action. Rayner notices that it’s been a while since Natu’s last distress call… so he’s a little bit worried… not because she’s hot… not entirely…

Elsewhere, you’ve got Vath and Isamot fighting whozits in the complete darkness. All like “Focus, Tharagarian” and “I don’t like a Rannian tell me what to do” and it’s going to be an inseparable friendship by the end of this limited series, guaranteed.

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Man, just start boning each other now and stop embarrassing all of us here.

Suddenly, the two see a green glow that isn’t from either of their rings…

“DADDY’S HERE, POOZERS!” says a jubilating Kilowog. “Now let’s get you home.” And it’s like, fuck you, Dad. You’re not my real dad.

In the Vega system, Rayner and Gardner are arguing amongst themselves about finding Natu, and eventually land on an asteroid that looks like an industrial landfill. Or a “low-level recycling organization” since Rayner wants to be all woke about it.

Upon descending to the surface, the duo finds Natu in about two seconds hanging limp from a few strung-up cables. Her clothes are all torn and, as Guy Gardner would probably point out, and not me, not in a sexy way!

“I’m gonna kick ass and take names!” Gardner says tritely while Rayner works on cutting Natu down. Gardner crushes a Vegan alien’s head into the mud and demands answers, but even his ring isn’t able to translate the gobbeldy-gook. Then Gardner discovers the skeletonized body of Tarkus Whin, who died at the beginning of this series! The ring recognizes him as former Lantern for Sector 1417, which was where Natu was supposed to start her post. Something fishy is going on, ain’t it?

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Lit up like a Natu-O-Lantern. Hah!

Rayner tries to get the ringless Natu to start breathing again, and she does (after brilliant green light courses through her pained face). The ring is there too, so all is obviously well. Be prepared for a scene in a few minutes of Natu yelling at a couple of Green Lantern men to leave her the FUCK alone.

On a rogue orbit of Vega, some sort of station holds some sort of aliens who report to some sort of alien commanders that some sort of Green Lanterns are helping some sort of Korugaran. “They should be mine, by rights. Their kind destroyed my homeworld,” says a shadowed woman holding a trident-like weapon. “You shared my Darkstar bounty. I claim my taste of this, Fatality,” says a shadowed being who looks like a pile of pudding. “I, too, have a score to settle – but we shall honor our sworn agreements and hunt together,” says a hunched over overbite-having motherfucker.

So, we have a deal. Scoop up the three trespassers and everyone can take turns eating their delicious innards! I like the cut of everyone’s jib!

Back in Vath/Isamot Land, they ask Kilowog which way home actually is (since he’s going to take them home and all, like a good Dad). Kilowog admits that space and gravity seem out of whack, and that perhaps home is in every direction right now?

With all three helping at once, the Lanterns are able to punch themselves out of whatever wet paper bag they find themselves in. Teamwork brings people together, I always say and all that nonsense. “Heads up, poozers! We’re out!” says Kilowog. And, indeed, they’re out all right. Out in the middle of bumfuck buttfuck fuckbutt nowhere with some sort of large, menacing vessel floating toward them…

Now we get to see a bunch of white knighting from both Rayner and Gardner, so buckle up. Rayner slips Natu’s ring back on, and the ring announces that it has returned to its recognized bearer. “AWAITING INSTRUCTIONS,” it says. Natu tells it to order her a pepperoni fuckin’ pizza.

Rayner asks Natu to explain exactly how she got here in the first place. “Very well. I owe you that much,” she says. “I left Oa intent on returning to Korugar, but… as I reentered Sector 1417, I was haunted by the thoughts of the previous bearer of this ring, Tarkus Whin. I needed to see where he had died. The rites of death are sacred on Korugar. The ring took me to the black hole that had been 1417.196. At a safe distance beyond its gravity sink, I prayed for his soul. But then–”

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Getting stretched out like taffy is totally not cool, bruh.

OK, she talks a lot. Basically, she got caught in the black hole gravity field which stopped abruptly before she fell in completely. Something else was binding her, but she didn’t know what or why or how or from whence! She saw Tarkus there, too, and she knew that whatever had killed him would go for her too. She hid the ring, ordered it to slow her vitals, and her life force was stored while shit got less real.

“It took all my willpower and knowledge, but it worked. I must have appeared to be one more dead lump of organic waste sucked into the black hole.” After that it’s hazy, since brain function was pretty much shut off until you Green Lantern bastards woke her up again. She remembers getting strung up by some unsavory aliens. She remembers the smell of Kid Cuisines…

“Pretty risky, wasn’t it?” says Gardner. “You coulda died easily usin’ the ring to do that to yourself.”

“There was no risk. I am a doctor. A very good doctor. The best on Korugar.”

Take that, lunkhead. You’re in the presence of actual intelligence, so shove off. And now that she finally did what she wanted to do (honor the spirit or whatever, I wasn’t listening), she will direct the ring to return to Oa.

“You know, Natu,” says Rayner, “if you really wanted to honor Tarkus Whin’s memory, you’d keep the ring he died for.” Sounds like someone really wants Natu to change her mind *waggles eyebrows* “Use it to save lives. It already saved yours.”

Then Gardner says the thing that so many have already said during the course of this series to get people to do what they want for toxic ego reasons: “Maybe you were right back on Oa, Rayner. Maybe she is afraid.”

Natu makes a face. “You are wrong. I am not afraid.”

“She’d probably have washed out on Lantern training anyway,” Gardner continues as he and Rayner walk away.

“And I have never failed a test in my life. And I shall be a Green Lantern.”

Bing. She keeps it. Just like that. That’s all it took. It’s like calling Marty McFly a chicken. You know it’ll get under his fragile, macho skin. Natu gets a Green Lantern outfit all of a sudden and everything. Gardner calls it sexy. Natu looks like she’s ready to bite his dick off.

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Even my four-year-old doesn’t change her mind this quickly. Damn, lady.

On their way out of the asteroid belt, they are ambushed by a vessel shooting missiles at them. “SURRENDER, LANTERNS!” says some unknown entity, probably Jeff Bridges.

“SURRENDER NOW AND I, BOLPHUNGA THE UNRELENTING, PROMISE YOU MERCY!” Oh shit, “unrelenting” is in her name! Looks like you guys need to relent immediately!

You’ve got Fatality, too, who wants a piece of the bounty. And by that, I mean she wants Rayner’s head! These two have history, it seems. I’m looking forward to never hearing about it.

The bounty hunters keep shooting, the Lanterns keep evading. Eventually, other ships come in to help and Gardner wants to get out of there before the whole damn Vega system comes against them! Suddenly, their rings start calling them “poozers”; start telling them to regroup. The three of them are like “KILOWOG?? HERE?? WHUUUUUUTT???”

And verily, they find a giant Death Star-looking object straight ahead, where Kilowog presumably is (along with Vath and Isamot).

Everyone’s in one spot now! That’s convenient!

Final Thoughts

Do you know what this comic book needs? MORE inscrutable panels with explosions, upside-down misshapen aircraft, and weird tears in space. It really is easy on the eyes, I’m serious here.

Runaways (Vol. 1), Issue #18 – “Eighteen”

* Standalone Issue *

Welcome to Loneliness & Cheeseburgers Presents: Runaways (Vol. 1), Issue #18 – “Eighteen”! In the previous installment, Alex gets killed after spending most of the issue jibber-jabbering about why he betrayed everyone. Burned into a creepy skeleton. Just a smoldering pile of ugly bones.

The rest of the kids get away before the vivarium explodes in a fiery blast of Gibborim nonsense, but then Captain America shows up on the beach ready to turn the end of this comic series into an afterschool special. Fuck that guy. No one invited him. Go soak your head, you ninny.


Runaways (Vol. 1), Issue #18 [November, 2004]
Written by: Brian K. Vaughan
“Eighteen”

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“At least once during our adolescent years, many of us felt that our parents were the most evil people alive… but what if they really were?”

This is the kind of investigative journalism that America needs! It’s a special report on the events that occurred roughly three months ago. 12 of the Los Angeles area’s most prominent socialites were part of a covert villainous operation called The Pride. The Avengers uncovered a litany of criminal operatives in the government, law enforcement, and private businesses. “Though the Pride’s true agenda remains a mystery, an exhaustive federal investigation has seen scores of corporate CEOs, high-ranking politicians, and even police officers indicted on charges ranging from racketeering to homicide!”

Oh, I see, this is some bizarre parallel universe where rich people are actually accountable for their crimes. Clearly, I’ve stepped into the Twilight Zone here.

The news report makes it clear that the Avengers did not disrupt and dismantle the Pride, but rather six precocious little scamps – children of the Pride themselves! Cadie MacDunnough is on the scene with Captain America! Captain, please answer the important questions for us: do you jerk off with your right hand or your left hand?

Captain American can’t confirm or deny which hand he jerks off with. He also can’t confirm or deny the killing of one of the children during the final confrontation. These are kids we’re dealing with! Juveniles! Keep your prying buttholes away from the kids until a judge decides otherwise, you vultures!

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We’ve erected a small neighborhood of individual biodomes and we’re feeding them pellets while they run on little hamster wheels as we speak.

The James Dean Memorial at the Griffith Observatory, 1:03am

Karolina is creeping around the building looking for her fellow kids, who are nowhere to be seen at the moment. “Come on, I didn’t tie my bed sheets together for nothing, did I?”

Nico suddenly pops out from behind a pedestal with a bust of James Dean’s head, scaring the feces right out of Karolina. Then they hug because it’s been about 12 weeks since they’ve seen each other. Karolina had no problem sneaking out because her foster parents are addicted to prescription painkillers! Still a better situation than Nico, who is stuck at what she calls “Father Flanagan’s Home for Unwanted Goth Kids”.

So these two catch up and it’s all very wholesome. They have to do therapy three times a week with some know-nothing social worker who couldn’t even begin to fathom what they went through. Karolina’s parents were really fucking into James Dean, by the way. It’s probably why they took the name when they came to Earth. “I wonder what they were like back then,” says Karolina. “If they used to be good people…”

No more time to dwell on it, nerd. Gert and Molly have shown up to crash the party! So that just leaves that autistic loser Chase, whom no one has seen since this whole situation went down. Karolina thought that he’s with his aunt in Anaheim, but Nico tells her that his “aunt in Anaheim’s” address is just a P.O. Box where he gets his Playboys sent to. Anyway, he’s safe wherever he is. No one is left to kill him!

Speaking of Chase, here he is in da flesh! Gert slaps him immediately. “I thought you were dead! I thought you got hit by a bus or… killed by drifters or something! Why didn’t you respond to my emails?

Chase has a great reason for this: “I was busy!” Yeah, busy jerking off with both hands, how’s that for ambidexterity? But also finding her dinosaur, which he did, so let’s get a kiss, sugar. That’s the stuff, now.

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We all love a good snog and a shag now and again, eh guv’nor?

Chase found a storage facility that was used by the Avengers West Coast team back in the ‘90s. He stole some zoning permits that pointed to it, it’s in Palos Verdes. Now, the exact address is classified, so they’ll have to look for it with their super GPS vision. Nico doesn’t want to steal from an official government facility, people will think they’re all no different from their parents! Chase argues that no one will find out on account of Karolina’s space powers and Molly’s mutant powers and Nico’s Staff of One up her ass.

Nico fidgets and eventually gives in. It’s clobberin’ time.

Downtown Los Angeles, 2:19am

It obviously didn’t take long for our intrepid group to find the storage unit. Karolina gets to work on melting a hole in the steel door while Nico asks Chase if Old Lace might even still be alive. Chase tells her to chill. I am on Chase’s side here. Dinosaurs aren’t extinct. Chill.

The storage unit is full of mankilling robots. “ZZT! YOU ARE TRESPASSING ON PROPERTY OF STARK HOLDINGS LIMITED. *CLICK* YOU WILL BE DETAINED AND PROSECUTED.” Naturally, the kids fight the robots, because of course you’re going to fight robots, dummy.

Everyone handles themselves with gusto except for Nico, who gets pinned to a wall by a giant robot arm. Chase throws her a knife and tells her to stab the shit out of herself so that the Staff of One can emerge from her cleavage zone, which I think happens. It’s unclear, but certainly the robot gets destroyed somehow and everyone celebrates with frosty chocolate milkshakes!

“And we didn’t even need Alex to do it!” Karolina observes.

“We never needed Alex,” says Nico. “He just tried to keep us down, to make sure that we never became a real threat to the ‘rents.”

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This touching moment is brought to you by T. Rex, the band. Bang a gong, Old Lace. Bang a gong.

Once they’re done besmirching Alex’s good name like the uncontrollable racists that they are, Gert finds Old Lace behind a touchpad-controlled locked door. One little DEET DOOT (the code was probably “69”, haha, high five) and the two are reunited once again.

“I don’t want to rain on another parade,” Nico says, raining on another parade yet again, “but what now? It’s not like Gert can take Old Lace back to her dorm.”

Why not? Teach the dinosaur the fundamentals of psychology and Gilgamesh. But Gert’s ok with not going back at all. She’s tired of being controlled by adults. Fuck that noise. She’s going to be on her own. Karolina agrees. Chase is picking his nose and eating his lumpy boogers. Molly wants to live on her own too, but Nico tells her that her mutant orphanage is as good a place as any, so no.

“Listen,” Nico starts, raining on more parades, “this is all very flowery and nice, but if we make a break for it now, everyone will be on our tails… cops, child welfare services, the Avengers. What do we do when they come after us?”

Chase points to the Leapfrog thing that got them away from their parents in the vivarium. “We outrun ‘em.”

Well, then it’s settled! Out on the lam it is! That doesn’t sound like a bad idea whatsoever! Good luck never going to a store again, idiots. Amazon shopping for all of you from now on, and Bezos gets another cool $1 billion. Thanks, Obama.

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Listen, Toxic Masculinity Boy. You’re a cunt hair away from getting Staff of One’d up the asshole.

Nico is satisfied with the Leapfrog idea. They all pile in, dinosaur included, and take off into the stars.

End of series.

Final Thoughts

Does this mean the Runaways are over?! Hell nah! There’s another whole series to get through, and that one has a whole bunch more issues! See you next time, Runaway Jerks!