Don’t worry, they’re mostly writing Twilight fanfiction anyways. Nothing like that could possibly become a bestseller, right? Right?

“Are you talking about my size or the number of guys you want to hook up with?”

“Yes.”

There’s a thousand at every convention.

It’s a good thing Atom Man took that intro to computer science course before he switched to journalism after deciding his mild-mannered alter ego preferred more time for partying.

Yeah, but what a way for civilization to go.

Sure we know who did it now, but I figure this theory makes about as much sense as every other convoluted explanation that’s cropped up to explain Asmodean’s death over the years.

The first time I visited my future wife’s house her dad was cleaning one of his guns and her older brother evidently walked through their living room cleaning a hunting knife. I was too busy happily chatting away with them while watching TV to notice either, much to their consternation.

It’s a simple plan really. Get the computers so hooked on video games that we don’t even have to bother pulling a Jim Kirk on them to stop them from taking over.

I imagine superheroes would be a massive mitigating influence on paparazzi if they did exist.

Linda Hamilton looked pretty good back when she made the first Terminator movie, but just try watching the film today and making it through the primping scene with her roommate without breaking down into laughter.