Updates Saturdays. Artist Nathan Ssagala.
(An informal webcomic in the world of BECOMING HERO, the novel about a comic book character who shoots his author, and the comic book reader who may have to stop him. Great meta superhero fiction for fans of Deadpool, Animal Man, Last Action Hero, Stranger than Fiction, Superboy-Prime, She-Hulk, Cerebrus the Aardvark, AmbushBug, and other author-meeting fourth-wall-breaking “rage against the author” tropists.)
*English not your first language? Click the TRANSCRIPT below to get the script of the comic! You can either translate with Google’s computer translator at the bottom of this page, or with Transposh’s human-edited translator in the top left corner.*
↓ Transcript
Butterfly and Thunder in the planning room.
Panel 1
Butterfly has her long fingers pressed against her forehead as she leans her other arm on the table. Thunder’s got her arms crossed and her knee up, boot on a chair Captain-Morgan-style.
Butterfly: We’re not going to see eye to eye on this. I believe in talking, you believe in punching.
Thunder: You don’t know crap about what I believe.
Butterfly: You’re right, that was passive aggressive of me. I’m just frustrated, not just at you but at me and all of us. I do not understand how he knew we had arrived, and we did not react well as a team when he started throwing out last names.
Thunder: Forget names, what was the deal with Robotman? He can’t walk without electricity?
Panel 2
Butterfly: It is in the name…I cannot say much more.
Thunder: That’s better. The less we know, the less we can betray each other.
Butterfly: Oh no, I am not—I’m not suspicious of you. I would very much like to get to know you.
Thunder: Me? Why?
Butterfly: Everyone knows what you did before the Crustvasion.
Panel 3
Thunder (groans): I can’t believe that name stuck.
Butterfly: Say what you want about Skye, he can plant a brain-worm…I feel icky talking about the boys, though. I don’t like failing the Bechdel test.
Thunder: The what?
Butterfly: The Bechdel test? Oh, you must not be a feminist.
Thunder: Excuse me, but I didn’t know speaking German was a requirement! I thought that was more of a Nazi thing.
Panel 4
Butterfly: You did not just call me a Nazi. Did you? Really?
Thunder: I don’t think equality is about me having to muzzle my mouth to pass somebody’s arbitrary rules.
Butterfly: We are truly off to a bad start.
Panel 5
Silent panel. The two look at each other.
Panel 6
Thunder turning away, leaving.
Thunder: Just text me when you’ve got some idea what’s in that pink bag.
Butterfly: Well, her medications for a start. I imagine she was taking something to keep herself from transforming. The test tubes, I don’t know.
Thunder: You think they want to make shapeshifters?
Butterfly: If so, I’d imagine they’d want her DNA.
Thunder: So we’ll watch the graveyard?
Butterfly: We’ll tip off the police to watch the graveyard.
Thunder: Just text me.
Panel 1
Butterfly has her long fingers pressed against her forehead as she leans her other arm on the table. Thunder’s got her arms crossed and her knee up, boot on a chair Captain-Morgan-style.
Butterfly: We’re not going to see eye to eye on this. I believe in talking, you believe in punching.
Thunder: You don’t know crap about what I believe.
Butterfly: You’re right, that was passive aggressive of me. I’m just frustrated, not just at you but at me and all of us. I do not understand how he knew we had arrived, and we did not react well as a team when he started throwing out last names.
Thunder: Forget names, what was the deal with Robotman? He can’t walk without electricity?
Panel 2
Butterfly: It is in the name…I cannot say much more.
Thunder: That’s better. The less we know, the less we can betray each other.
Butterfly: Oh no, I am not—I’m not suspicious of you. I would very much like to get to know you.
Thunder: Me? Why?
Butterfly: Everyone knows what you did before the Crustvasion.
Panel 3
Thunder (groans): I can’t believe that name stuck.
Butterfly: Say what you want about Skye, he can plant a brain-worm…I feel icky talking about the boys, though. I don’t like failing the Bechdel test.
Thunder: The what?
Butterfly: The Bechdel test? Oh, you must not be a feminist.
Thunder: Excuse me, but I didn’t know speaking German was a requirement! I thought that was more of a Nazi thing.
Panel 4
Butterfly: You did not just call me a Nazi. Did you? Really?
Thunder: I don’t think equality is about me having to muzzle my mouth to pass somebody’s arbitrary rules.
Butterfly: We are truly off to a bad start.
Panel 5
Silent panel. The two look at each other.
Panel 6
Thunder turning away, leaving.
Thunder: Just text me when you’ve got some idea what’s in that pink bag.
Butterfly: Well, her medications for a start. I imagine she was taking something to keep herself from transforming. The test tubes, I don’t know.
Thunder: You think they want to make shapeshifters?
Butterfly: If so, I’d imagine they’d want her DNA.
Thunder: So we’ll watch the graveyard?
Butterfly: We’ll tip off the police to watch the graveyard.
Thunder: Just text me.
