I like Silver Age stories because they were just so darn goofy:
And no one cares how ridiculous things got. This story involved a whole race of people who lost their faces, but no one stops to explain how they ate, breathed, or blew their noses. Can you imagine a lifetime of boogers that would accumulate?
I appreciate Oliver's intentions, but is he really helping things along? I mean, Darwinism still has a place, and if a kid this age thinks wearing a Superman costume is going to help him fly, he's probably not meant for a long happy healthy existence. Maybe this is just nature's way of thinning the herd of the weak and downright stupid. Everyone knows you need an umbrella to slow your descent before you jump off the roof, right?
I was kidding, children. Please don't jump off anything tall.
And now.... the Disappearing Mask of Green Arrow:
First you see it, then it's gone,
and then it's back!:
The reaction Green Arrow has here is no doubt the shock of finding his eyes at crotch level of a guy wearing a skirt. That's never a situation in which one wants to find oneself. It's one thing that you want to kill me, it's quite another if you want to force me to look at your junk. Seriously, not cool!
See you tomorrow!