Where’d the weekend go? Oh well, as much as I hate Superman (and I do hate him quite a bit) he seemed like the most appropriate superhero to use for this comic. There’s plenty of others that rip their shirts off, sure, but I guess we’ll just have to admit that Superman is the most recognizable shirt-ripper of them all.
Hardly a feat to be proud of, though. I mean, I remember Superman being able to go into a phone booth and change as quickly as needed – you know – because of the super-speed and all that. But somehow, he always seems to end up tearing his shirt open to reveal the “S” shield. I guess he has anger management issues.
NOTE: Superman was made a bit chucky in honor of my good friend Mr. Fert, the fattest man in the world. He makes all his superheroes almost as fat as he is.