Yay! I'm feeling up to posting, so let's resume our look at Master Comics with issue #42!
If I'm going to see a Nazi get a boot to the ass and a spanking, I would happily pay two dimes.
So, some guy invents a machine that will bring your dream to life somehow. Because COMICS!
And his name is "Woton," which is pretty dang close to "Wotan," who was a Dr. Fate bad guy three years earlier. Eh, there's only so many names out there.
And this guy is pretty tough:
And so I'm thinking there's going to be a big free-for-all, but things quickly go to the silly:
Not that this doesn't result in humor, because it totally does:
Yah... But Mine Foot Feel Goot!
That really tickles me. I don't know why.
And then this happens:
I'm a little concerned when a cook doesn't wear a shirt. There's too much of a "random body hair in your soup" possibility there.
and yes, it pretty much does finish him. But we're not finished. We were promised certainly things on the cover. Thusly:
Hmmm... gotta be careful with the "head to the gut" drawings. Those lend themselves to Fun with Out of Context Artwork (tm!) moments.
YEAH! Even better than it was on the cover.
But it doesn't stop there...
Whoa! I don't know where CMJ's "fingers were itching to get," but I think it's time we give the boys a little privacy. On to the Bulletman story:
See what I mean? It takes me back to memories of Cinemax After Dark. Good times... good times....
See you soon!