Dallas ComicCon is this Saturday. Do I want to go alone this year? Possibly get trampled by a flock of cosplay geeks? Get squished by the autograph seeking hoards? Get mauled by children in Darth Maul costumes? Get washed downstream in a Dallas flash flood? Get asphyxiated on a $20 hot dog? Get rolled by rival cartoon gangs? Ah, who am I kidding-of course I have to go!
winds up dead! What else could happen? Crybaby is very annoying with his constant whining, and perpetual gas. Vader has enough problems breathing without having to have his respirator filter out farts!
Woo hoo-my shirt and giveaway art are off at the printer! Now all I need to do is finish my giant paper mache head, and buy a pair of black pants from the thrift shop and I will be ready for Dallas ComicCon!