I can barely keep myself from laughing out loud, since I read about Poor Peter Parker's Picture-taking Paycheck Predicament. I can't help imagining Spider-man living out of a box under a bridge, or huddled up in Central Park, webbing up hobos for their cans of beans.
I'm sure some of you (who are behind the times) are thinking, "It's OK, his wife MaryJane's Supermodel career will see them through" But Oh, No! Thanks to an uncharacteristic deal with the devil, That Marriage never existed! Oh, Crap, this is funny!
The Economic Downturn is rapidly rising through the ranks of supervillainy, without actually having a physical form, and is on its way toward becoming Villain of the Year, if it keeps targeting superheroes like this. Maybe by the end of the year IronMan will have to sell his heavy metals for scrap, and make his next suit out of tinfoil. Oh, I can picture the Homeless Hero League now. "Will Save the Innocent for Food," indeed.
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My local weekly rag is offering an unpaid food critic internship.
ReplyDeleteToo bad our skyscrapers only last for seven blocks down 3rd avenue. If he's left going on foot, outrunning the bike cops might pose a problem. (Some have calves as big around as my midsection. I think they're mutants.)