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Therapie für Superhelden, p22 (Ein Prequel zum #comics Charakter, der seinen Autor schießt!. #becominghero)

Updates Samstagen. Künstler Ian Pineda.

Ja, sh * t ist jetzt noch komisch. Er ist ein wenig von einer psycho.

(Eine informelle Webcomic in der Welt der BECOMING HERO, der Roman über eine Comic-Figur, der seinen Autor schießt!, und die Comic-Leser, haben ihn zu stoppen. Große Meta-Superheld-Fiction für Fans von Deadpool, Animal Man, Last Action Hero, Schräger als Fiktion, Superboy-Prime, She-Hulk, Cerebrus die Aardvark, Ambush Bug, und andere Autoren-Treffen der vierte Wand brechende „Wut gegen den Autor“ tropists.)

↓ Transcript
Panel 1:

Robot-man is struggling to get up. Butterfly is center panel, taking command of the scene and rising towards the viewer.
Butterfly: Let this man tell us what he wants. Sir, what do you want?

Panel 2:
It should be apparent in this panel, or the previous one, that they are surrounded by multiple gunmen now, who entered in the commotion of last page.

Natasha: What does he want?!
Butterfly: Hush, you. Sir?

Panel 3:
Again, Psych’s expressions should be very obvious under his colorless cloth mask. He’s very smug here, looking at his nails, suddenly quite calm, very fancy.

The soldiers are throwing the room apart and punching holes in the wall.

Psych: Nothing, now. Since you came in through this room, I know this is the room of your former teammate. If you will kindly leave, we will search, and my women will release the hostages.
Skye: Women—most of these dudes are dudes!
Psych: Ah, so if it’s a mixed group we’re supposed to call it men, are we, and ignore the women? You intolerant --

Panel 4:
Psych: Imbecile!

Psych flips out and punches through the wall, rage and redness around him. He flips like a coin, like a crazy person.

Panel 5:
The teenagers all look shocked and kind of scared. Psych stands there with his hand dripping blood, clutching a pink Hello-kitty bag with a clear window showing some test tubes and pills.
Psych: Ladies, we’re done here.
Soldier: Chopper’s about to land, ma’am.
Psych: Good.