Today I have discovered that I am not a comedy writer. For hours I've been trying to come up with a bad... nay, a mind numbingly awful and cringe-worthy pun. The kind of joke that is mythical in its horrendousness; horrifying in its banality. That leaves a flaming path of devastation and wailing in its wake. A joke about superheroes. It goes like this:
superhero2: ... (insert punchline here).
See? It's got the potential to be truly, memorably bad. And, in some dark, perverse corner of my brain I love a good bad pun. But nothing I can come up with elicits more than a quiet groan. Maybe you can do better.
Happily, Kevin Conn doesn't have this problem. Aside from rocking the world as Unemployed Skeletor he has created The Smoldering, Torrid Lava-Roid.
LAVA-ROID Phillip Manchester was just a normal cop until his big twin brother was murdered in cold blood ...
Really, what more do you need to know than that? Kevin asked me to do a pinup for the preview comic coming out soon. I threw caution to the wind and jumped at the chance. You can check out the molten metahuman, the sweltering superman on Facebook. And take a gander at the costume. Awesome, huh?