Sunday, March 4, 2012

X-Men 230: Twat the Night... didn't we already do that one?

What we learn this issue besides that cyborgs criminals are dirty slobs.

REPLACING CYBORGS WITH TREASURE GHOSTS IS NOT A FAIR TRADE.

YEAH, BE A LITTLE MORE DRAMATIC WILL YOU MADDY?

LONGSHOT HAS THE MOST RANDOM AND USELESS MUTANT ABILITY TO SEE TREASURE GHOSTS. I'D QUIT SUPERHEROING IF THAT WAS MY POWER. FUCK TREASURE GHOSTS.

REALLY THOUGH I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT THAT IS SUPPOSED TO BE.

 DO IT ROGUE, FOLLOW YOUR DREAMS!

 X-MEN CELEBRATE A JOB WELL DONE BY GETTING BLITZED. NICE.

I GOT NOTHING.

This issue was fine but way more boring the cyborg slugfest from last issue. The X-Duds find the Reavers stash of stolen loot and spend the rest of the issue returning it on Christmas Eve. Dongshot, I mean Longshit, discovers the booty when the ghosts of the pilfered spoils start talking to him.

Yeah pretty silly. Also the X-Mopes train by fake fighting each other. And they clean out all the shit leftover by the disgusting little piggies, Reavers.

Claremont did a nice job quietly slipping in a Christmas themed issue, except that the X-Elves deliver their shit all over the globe, and most of the globe doesn't believe in Santa Claus because they are a bunch of dirt worshiping heathens.

But whatever. Everything else was fine. Just fine. Marvel printed like 680,000 of these issues so go find out for yourself; copies shouldn't be too hard to find.

Next issue, fuggin sleazoids are back!

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