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An entire issue exploring the theme of the some huge inexplicable aspect of society loving to see people hit in the crotch. It practically is a genre, isn't it? All the earmarks, anyway.
But, no: punching people. At least two punches per page. Lots of nine-panel pages. Showing ten punches each. And then the world explodes and very few of the ongoing plots are capable of surviving the disaster. Nice closer of Snow saying something pithy, Jakita rolling her eyes, and Drums humping a the last television set in the solar system. Followed by a twenty-seventh issue containing nothing but totally white pages, for twice the regular price, but polybagged. Call it the Apocalypse/2012 issue and sell it packaged with a tab of something nice. And a pair of 3D spex. |
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