So, I'm continuing my look at the Comet story from Pep Comics #1, and I believe I owe someone an amends. Upon further review, it appears that you can always see his eyes through the glass in his visor, making yesterdays closing jabs inappropriate. I apologize to... well, whoever gives a rip, which is probably no one.
Anyway, I read the rest of the Comet story, and ... this guy is badass.
But first, you have to find him. Fortunately, someone has his home phone number:
I had thought that this person was calling his civilian ID, but the Comet shows up in costume, so I'm not sure how that worked. No one bothered to explain it. I mean, if I call Childhood Pal Scotty and he shows up in his secret identity as SILVER MAN (so named because he came back from the Israeli Games with a chest full of silver medals in gymnastics... true story!), it wouldn't be hard for me to connect the dots. Why this guy knows the Comet's identity, I have no idea. But he clearly does.
And I couldn't help but notice that the Comet apparently just hangs out around the house in full super-hero gear. I'm not judging anyone here. I'm just making an observation.
This panel cracked me up:
Egad, that's a nervous guy. I'm nervous just looking at him. Wavy lines in multi-colors and all that... pretty agitating stuff there.
Here's kind of a reverse Fun with Out of Context Dialogue (tm!):
I tell you, this is the last time I eat at the Cheesecake Factory!
Yeah, it's a cheap shot, but so is Fun with Out of Context Dialogue! (tm!)
Speaking of which:
if so, can I have his shoes? I seem to have disintegrated mine.
Now as I mentioned, the Comet is surprisingly badass. Cooperate with him or don't, you're getting the stink-eye:
Way harsh. He had disintegrated a crook's house a page or two earlier and I almost put that on, but it kind of paled in light of the subsequent murder spree the guy went on:
No! No! I've got this new invention I call "Purell!"
So think twice before you mess with the Comet. All those stars and moons he's wearing? That's the bait so he can go all "visor-lifty" on your ass...
That's right. Visor-lifty.
See you tomorrow!