The frosting of justice should be applied evenly.
So this past Sunday was employee Timmy’s last day of working here at the shop, as he leaves us to pursue his dream of becoming a professional flamenco dancer. As a result, the Official Comic Shop In-House Baker and Morale Chief pal Dana brought us the above spongy delight in honor of Tim’s
I’m pretty sure Dana is fattening us up for something nefarious. Well, good luck with Timmy, since he has the metabolism of a hummingbird, but just typing the word “cupcakes” made me gain three pounds, so I’m clearly an easy mark for whatever she’s planning.
Anyway, while at the store Dana said that while she was putting it together, she was pondering what flavor a Batman cake should actually should be. She decided on chocolate, but I told her a Batcake could only have the flavor of justice. (You know, whatever that tastes like. Probably something with blueberries.)
Geez, I thought I was the only one up this early.
This makes me think Batman’s lips should always be black. It would strike terror in so many more places!
It’s the cake’s subtle little smirk that wins it for me.
“Criminals are a superstitious cowardly lot, so my disguise must be able to strike terror into their hearts. I must be a creature of the night, black, terrible…”
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Swampy sighting.
What does justice taste like? Just ice.
Mike, you can still make me laugh even when you’re not feeling well. I can only imagine a world where you mete out justice with squeeze tubes of icing.
I never get any comic shop snacks! Oh, and justice tastes sweet.
Don’t go near the bookshelf! That new graphic novel? “To Serve Batman”? It’s a cook book!
Somewhere in Scotland, Grant Morrison has suddenly become mysteriously inspired…
I don’t trust that smirk. The cake knows something.
Hey Mike,
First time commenting, but I thought you should know about this. The comic lose #1 by Michael Deforge is not only pretty nifty, but features, in the underworld a bar on top of a giant Nancy head, inside of which Swamp Thing makes an appeareance.
Regards,
Colin O’Neil