Geeking out to the extent above, Flux, is unacceptable at any time. Besides, if memory serves, the Lobdell abortion at no point involves Scotty killing his father for failing to bother to see if either of his sons survived being thrown out of a plane with only one parachute (or whatever happened - don't smart with me, milkstinkers) and instead deciding to bang around space nobbing mink/human hybrids until they happened to bump into each other, at which point he clearly decided that, cold as the embrace of deep space may be, it beat the Hell out of hanging with the two unbelievable wankshandies his sons turned out to be.
"Hi, dad, I'm Cyclops. I hang out with a group of mutants who are feared and reviled by the entire human race, and yet still manage to be among them a figure of mockery."
"Hi dad, I'm Havok. I've managed to fail in literally everything I have ever done, but at least I no longer wear the nastiest headgear ever."
"LOVE US!"
Fuck's sake, Adam Strange is a better father. |