(From “Planet Comics” number 1, 1940.)
There goes the friendly neighborhood, Spider-man.
I just love that right before he squashes them into paste, he floods them with foot stank. What an awful way to go.
Then again, maybe the toe cheese made the air so foul they welcomed the olfactory numbness of death, I dunno.
That’s…just…odd.
Jeff, you’ve been working to hard.
Nothing like some old-school hanky-stanky….
Maybe he’s already stepped on some, and that’s the blood of the previous victims raining down on the next.
This is how the Clone Saga should have ended.
Looks like J. Jonah finally got his revenge.
Take THAT, all you horrible reiterations of a wonderful character!
Now if only he could do the same with the writers…
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There goes the friendly neighborhood, Spider-man.
I just love that right before he squashes them into paste, he floods them with foot stank. What an awful way to go.
Then again, maybe the toe cheese made the air so foul they welcomed the olfactory numbness of death, I dunno.
That’s…just…odd.
Jeff, you’ve been working to hard.
Nothing like some old-school hanky-stanky….
Maybe he’s already stepped on some, and that’s the blood of the previous victims raining down on the next.
This is how the Clone Saga should have ended.
Looks like J. Jonah finally got his revenge.
Take THAT, all you horrible reiterations of a wonderful character!
Now if only he could do the same with the writers…