Everybody and their mother is having a Comic convention of some kind these days. It's a great way to prove the theory that money travels from the stupid to the smart and eventually to the good looking Ukrainian model the smart is boning. These expos serve as an opportunity to give five bucks a signature to the original comic book artists who got fucked in their original deals and now live almost entirely off Campbell's chunky soups. It also serves as a make-work program for D-list actresses to dress up in showy costumes for a ten thousand nerd strong virtual bukkake session. I can only imagine the feeling of raw power knowing an army of virgins has placed you second to the half-dragon lady one booth over in terms of whose cloacal sac they'd like to violate after lifting their replica chainmail. Still, any excuse to get to Long Beach.
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