Here's a quick tip if you're considering going into the super-heroing business: Unless your opponent is The Human Casserole, no one is afraid of oven mitts. Someone should clue Bantam in to that keen insight:
Also, "yellow-bellied" is not meant as a compliment, so you should avoid making your costume literally give you a yellow belly. Just pick up the phone and call Yosemite Sam if you're unsure how he means it.
Finally, I'm sure we're all very impressed that you were able to steal some headgear from the local boxing gym to finish out your costume, but next time, don't staple red poster board to it. That's not what your mom meant when she told you to "comb" your hair before leaving the house.
In fact, I'll go a step further and encourage you to rethink the entire "I'm a big chicken!" motif completely. It sends the wrong message to your inevitable opponents ("Hey Stilt Man, want to go fight a big chicken?" "Sign me up!").
Besides, the timer just rang, and I need those oven mitts back.
(Character and image ©Marvel Comics.)
It’s amazing how something can work so well in one instance…
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…and not in another, like above.
Because lizards rule, chickens drool!
Careful, I hear he gives out bad coupons and will fight you to the death over it. =P
Mr. Q
A chicken in the city? Too many rhymes with “block” jokes. Yeah, ain’t going there.
Dear Strong Bad, How do you type with boxing gloves… you know what? No! I won’t do it.
This guy is named Bantam, which is both a lighter weight class in boxing, as well as a breed of small chicken. He is literally saying he’s “a little chicken.” Awesome job there. And boxing gloves don’t go halfway up the forearm, but are laced up right at the wrists. So, Jeff’s right, they look like oven mitts. I just…words fail me.