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By:
Socky
Time: 16:20 pm
Date: 11th October '09
Subject: Neigh, we are but men!
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Yes, boobs, lowest common denomenator? Still though best Socky and Gaffa I've drawn, fact.
Yeanywho, Not got anything to discuss really, haven't read any new comics,
seen no new films. Guess I could discuss Stargate Universe. It's started well, although most of the characters seem
like unlikeable pricks at the moment, hoping this changes. It's good to see O'Neill again even if he is in it very briefly,
and the cameos by Jackson and Carter were cool, but no T'ealq? The reason I'm still not sure on this is the whole
"oh we're dark and edgy now" thing. Stargate has always had some comedy element in there, Eli is the only person
breaking up the "OH SHIT WE'RE ALL GONNA DIE!" moments. So in conclusion, I kinda like it?
Hey check this out, 84 comics of "progress":
On to Frank:
Frank the Dragon Slaying Banker
Part 3: Frank, an Old Man and some Great Balls of Fire
With his adrenaline still pumping like a fire-hose….do fire-hoses pump? Well for the sake of this simile they do, okay? …So yeah, adrenaline pumping, fire-hose-Frank walks through the glass paned door and is confronted by an old man,
“COME WITH ME IF YOU WANT TO LIVE!” shouts the decrepit old geezer.
“Who are you? The fucking Terminator? At least try to come up with some original bloody material.”
The old man dives at Frank, dragging him to the ground as a fireball blasts the front of the bank.
“Holy shit!” Frank gasps “you’re pretty spry for a relic!”
“I do pilates” the old man, who I promise to give a name in a second, jokes, “NOW RUN!”
Frank and the codger get to their feet and scarper down the street as great balls of fire rush past them “GOODNESS GRACIOUS!” The old guy exclaims as a red hot ball of death barely misses his head.
They duo duck into a subway station. The old man summersaults over the ticket barrier. “Whoa there, what the hell man? I don’t want to be fined!” Frank yells.
“But you’re totally ok with being flash-fried!?” the old fogey counters.
“Aww man, if I get charged for this, it’s coming out of your pocket!”
Frank awkwardly clambers over the barrier. The two rush down the stairs and board the first train they come across. Frank slumps onto a seat as the old man holds on to the ceiling hook. They sit in silence, until Frank finally asks the question I promised I would get to in the previous paragraph,
“Who are you old man?”
The man straightens his jacket, clears his throat “My name is…”
The train suddenly jolts to fierce stop as the train seemingly hits something extremely large. Frank and the old man are thrown clear across the carriage.
To be continued!? Probably.
-Sock
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