Green Arrow and Shaft Lad have the Octopus cornered in his hideout, where nothing can possibly go wrong.
Ollie, next time, follow Batman's example: always led the kid go in first.
Okay, almost nothing. Even I can't blame Ollie for walking into this one. Who expects an octopus in the living room?
You know, if I'd lost my virginity to an octopus while my not-dad was watching,
I might have turned to drugs, too.
Green Arrow, using the power of comic book irony, saves himself (and Arrow Boy) with his tentacular suction-cup arrow.
Bet Michaels is feeling foolish about not having a weapon on him now.
"Eight hells! If only I had a sock with an eight-ball in it!!!"
Octavus gives up when he recognizes that it's Green Arrow. Because Green Arrow knows Aquaman. And Topo. Octopuses don't have a lot of heroes to look up to, you know.
The Octopus tries to make a getaway.
The "gang boss"?
Even the kid who works with Green Arrow is embarrassed to call him "the Octopus".
But Ollie stops him with comic book irony.
Dude; the tentacle hat isn't even shielded?! You suck, Michaels.
I'm not even going to pretend to understand that.
The lesson of this story?
Don't put your faith in a disturbed man with a weird hat who attempts elaborate thematic jobs, sometimes on television, armed with nothing more than delusions of grandeur and a gang of eight guys in suits.
Trust me, I know what I'm talking about here.