Reason #3: He's unhinged.

I bet when you join one of Rob Liefeld's super-teams they hand you a commemorative pair of ear plugs, because everyone in every Rob Liefeld comic is always screaming:


And no one ever just, you know, shouts, they all have to pull their lips back in a rictus-like full-throated bellow, with their lower jaw horizontal and parallel to their upper jaw, mouths hanging open in full unhinged reptile-swallowing-a-water-buffalo mode and crammed full of more teeth than you could fit into a Great White.

Seriously, take a look at the top row on either end, and count the number of teeth showing between just the upper canines (the pointy ones). Go ahead, I'll wait. Bring a calculator if you've got one, you'll need it.

Pretty amazing, isn't it? Careful probing of your own, non-super pie hole should indicate that you've got four teeth between the canines, but apparently the super-power mutation in Imageland is linked to one that adds ten or twenty additional chompers.

Plus the tongues -- Great Googly Moogly, the tongues. They're the size of a regular person's head, all flat and spongy and gross. And don't even get me started on The Blob's spittle-streams up there at the top right, that's just disgusting. For my money the only thing that ought to be unhinged in a good super-hero comic is me, not the characters' jaws. But that's probably why I'm not a gazillionaire like him.

(All images from either "New Mutants", Vol. 1, No. 94, ©1990 Marvel Entertainment Group, Inc. or "Youngblood" #2, © Rob Liefeld, 1992.)