Met up with your friends in the Legion; thanks for the intro! They're very easy-going; I don't know why people find it hard to understand them.
They invited me to stay at their place, but I said no because they really didn't seem to have any extra room there. Why, they've barely got room for their expository narration balloons!
Using an invention, your friend Brainaic 5 is helping me get hep on all the futuristic teen lingo.
As you can see, I'm not doing very well, ha ha!Grife, did I laugh when I learned that the future's so squeaky clean that, instead of saying "@#~#$* you!", the kids say:
"Behold ... the Flight Ring!"How quaint! I've been waiting to get caught in traffic so I could use it appropriately against a "nass-head", but there don't see to be any cars in the future. Everyone just seems to already be wherever the story requires them to be. Sprokkin' awesome!
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Wow, Brainiac is a nasty one isn't he? Giving you the bollocks like that. "Behold...the Flight Ring!" indeed.
So, um ... on the Legion flowchart, is it just me or are the connectors for "Married" and "Intense Dislike" the same color?
Are they trying to tell us something?
That flow chart made my eyes go crossed. The only comic more proud of its convoluted history is the X-Men, and they can't help it because they are a product of Marvel and Marvel is dumb.
I love how the Legion "Clubhouse" is essentially a crashed rocketship. I dunno if I'd want to be in a club that didn't mind that sort of symbolism.
According to the chart, Brainiac 5 and Koko the albino space monkey are bound by an "unusual attachment."
Ah. So that's what the kids are calling it these days.
Gol-darn pervy Coluans. I swear. In my century, when a man and a monkey were...oh, never mind.
Thank you for your beautiful gift of "Behold... the flight ring."
Actually, Harvey, the Legion constitution has an amendment that clarifies that "unusual attachment" means "between a man and a monkey".
Awp! My poor 21st century cranium doesn't "grok" that "future-lingo" too well either.
Brainiac kept calling me an "f-type" and it took me a while to figure out what he was getting at. And then I kicked his ass.
Fun fact: in the future, earth-moving projects are accomplished solely through narration. For example, a specially-trained corps of poet-engineers just off-panel are vocally hollowing out the earth next to the Legion clubhouse in preparation for a man-made lake. The next step is to stock it with widemouth bass. And crappies! Plenty of crappies.
Say "hi" to Porcupine Pete for me!
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