Skeletor's complaint is kind of a moot point, since I'm sure He-Man fully intended to jam the airwaves. Tell him something he don't know, Skellio. Course, the comment serves as a front so Skeletor can call someone a "deranged dolt," and for those ends, the redundancy doesn't bother me. Then again, if the airwaves of Skeletor's tele-systems can be jammed by a five foot plane, he had pretty shitty equipment to begin with.
Pouting for one moment too long, our favorite villain doesn't notice the sneaky Stratos sneakily sneaking up behind him. More importantly, why does Stratos have a porthole over his crotch? Must be proud of a long one.
"Mommy look! I made a Yellowtor!!"
The now lemon-footed Stratos goes fist to fist against Eternia's worst enemy, and we've got a ringside seat. Skeletor gets a "pow" sound with his punches, while Stratos gets the more ambiguous "bam." Not sure who's hitting the hardest, but Stratos' hands must hurt a whole lot more than Skeletor's. A small victory, but yay for Skel.
It's hard to call the action when it's hidden under the progressive fall from sanity by this book's previous owner. What the fuck is with that coloring job? Don't give me that "he's TWO YEARS OLD" crap -- as seen on Stratos' arms, we know he's perfectly capable of staying coherent and within the lines. The blotch of black and blood can only mean total madness, unless the kid just really hated looking at monster feet.
He-Man's looking a bit frumpy, ay? His hair lacks its usual bounce, and while his muscles remain big, they're not their usual size of logs. Skeletor hangs on for dear life, because if there's anything we've learned from the 6,000 cartoons showing a nuclear bomb exploding in his face, it's that Skeletor cannot survive a 20' fall.
Stratos' happiness may seem out of place, but consider the view he's got!
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