“My father was a scientist. He invented the strongest adhesive in the world during World War II. He wasn’t really a bad guy, and we’d still be living off the patents, peacefully, if Captain America hadn’t clobbered a bucket onto his head and turned him to a life of crime. He was sealed with own adhesive! Imagine that. Worst part is that idiot jerk ages so slow that he’s younger than me now, and he’s thwarting my plans. Two generations of Zemos, beaten by that Star Spangled Shmuck.”
He wouldn’t let me take his picture unless I came in with him.
“A lot of people laughed at me for keeping a Tauntaun. ‘Luke, where’re you going to keep it?’ ‘How is it going to stay cool enough in the summer?’ ‘Can’t you just take the T?’ They’re the ones stuck on the Red Line now.”
“Hulk was always angry. He was in an accident in ’62, and he carried it around with him for a long time. Hulk smashed and smashed, but it never got any better. Hulk was gray at first. Have you ever been so angry that you changed colors?”
“I had two Dads and I turned out just fine.”
“Cyclops died and came back. Jean Grey died and came back more times than I can count. Colossus died and came back. Storm died and came back. Wolverine died and came back, though he’s dead again now. Nightcrawler died and came back. Everyone on that team died, except me and Banshee never came back. I guess there’s just not room for us old guys in this Universe.”
“I’ve destroyed plenty of cities, and don’t get me wrong, I can’t wait to rip a subway car off the tracks and shake a few passengers out like a couple of Tic Tacs. I’ll always love a good rampage. Sometimes it’s nice to look out on a skyline and not tear it down though.”
“She disappeared for a decade. Maybe more. A ‘good’ man took her. He never asked me what I thought she needed. Never asked for my permissions.
“It’s still a sore point between us.”
He was on his way to the store, no time to talk. His Commanding Officer needed rations by 1800 hours.
“I set up a base on Hoth and I think this is ridiculous.”
He told that he, “vanted to suck my blood” when I asked for a picture. Only his dog showed up in the photo. I’m not feeling so well, so I won’t be taking any more photos this week.
A Call to Action (Figures) is a weekly column published on Wednesdays, chronicling my rants and raves about all things action figure. Next week I’ll be talking about why action figure sculptors should be credited on the boxes of the figures they make.
Great job poking discussion-worthy issues and comics-insider gripes right alongside your typical fare.
Hulk’s and Ski-I-Joe’s photos turned out best, I think, for scale and focus. Nice!
Thanks! Ski-I-Joe (which is a great name, by the way) came a centimeter from getting cut, so I’m glad someone liked him!