So the new Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. TV series debuted to very strong ratings, tying for first in its time slot. I haven't seen it yet... I've taped it. Yes, I am part of the one family left in civilization who actually uses a VCR. And I'm so far behind in my TV watching that it will literally be around Christmas before I actually see the first episode. I kid you not - we're watching stuff I recorded in May right now.
Anyway, check it out:
Doc Strange? Have you got a minute?
Sure, Terror. What's up?
I'm reading this comic and... do you see this?
Is that a picture of us reading this comic... on the comic? Hey, Yank! C'mere!
I'm not talking to you guys. You're just going to say, "We've got a job for you, Yank," and then make obscene hand gestures.
No, seriously... look at this!
Hey... is that the three of us in the comic reading the comic?
I know, right?
Gentlemen... my mind is blown. Hey, do I really look that stupid in this hat?
Enough of that. Meanwhile:
I appreciate your youthful enthusiasm, Tim... but you may want to tone it down just a scontch.
Check out the premise for the Superman story from Action Comics #167:
You can't prove I'm operating the machines, Superman! I've stumped you!
Actually, if he's disavowing any ownership or control of the machines, I presume Superham did the logical thing and felt free to smash them into little tiny pieces. Crisis averted, story boring. NEXT!
Oh, for the love of...
Tim, I really think you should cool it and be more care...
DANG it, Tim! What did I just say?
See you Monday!