God, M.Bison looks like a lumpy moccassin.
Why am I not particularly bothered by the guy getting a tan from M.Bison's psycho powers, but rather the fact he's wearing clothes doing it?
I think this is the single greatest thing in the entire book.
Now Weird Al's joining in the psychotic celebrity fun.
Now that's just cruel.
And the Black Belt cover foot saves King Arthur from being pounded by a random blacksmith.
I guess Icarus was recently neutered, which would explain the bandage on his crotch.
"I didn't miss, I just hate your guts, kid!"
"Damn kids, get out of Poseidon's heram!"
As if the two guys acting like rabbits weren't enough, the third guy can't tell the difference between giant sugar cubes and bars of gold.