First, the Comics Curmudgeon site goes down mid-morning (and is currently staying there). Then, I put together a new Rex Morgan, only to hit the wrong button and have it vaporize; okay, it was pretty lame and fairly obvious as to what’s likely to happen in the plot (several of us are gunning for Max’s kid to be none other than “‘Dipstick’ Mallory, Track Star”), but poop, none the less.
So, who’s to blame? I say Elly Patterson! With Linda Bushka (or whatever the hell her name is) acting as insufferably pleased with herself as St. Elly, I think a martyrdom is in store…
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