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Fantastic Four #80
The first rule is: there are no rules! Stan and Jack gave us Fantastic Four #80, which is the first issue that fits our Bad Writing criteria! Okay, so it's one of the earliest appearances of Wyatt Wingfoot and you would kind of get your hopes up over that, but it's Wyatt investigating the tribal legend of Tomazooma! Yes, Tomazooma, the large walking spirit of the totem pole! He who is the Death That Walks! (Don't be impressed. Just about everyone Stan and Jack cook up is he who is the death that walks. Perhaps once we could have had the death that does the mamba or the death that gives you the mumps or the death that goes now to blow up Monster Isle or something more effective.) To add insult to injury, not only does Tomazooma turn out to be a fake, he turns out to be a giant robot sent by the evil Red Star Oil Corporation to scare Wyatt's tribe into giving up their oil rich lands. Chief Silent Fox has already exploited these lands in return for advanced technology, so the Red Star Corp should have saved its crazy idea for the office Christmas Party. Say, do all Indian tribes in the Marvel Universe have mystic tribal protectors? Thomas Fireheart's tribe has the Puma, but at least Fireheart is Puma so that's a little more acceptable. Does he mix it up with other tribal protectors? Wouldn't that be a little dangerous? I mean, my cat really likes his scratching post. What better scratching post for Puma than Tomazooma? |
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Feeble Four Nominee:
Tomazooma! Yes, cringe at the Death That Walks! Fearsome is his giant round mouth! He's the Original Totem Pole With Feet! Guaranteed to scare super-heroes witless! Good for many other uses as well. Perform a ceremonial dance around him. Have him fall on your house and collect the insurance money. If all else fails, carve him into logs for the fireplace! What more can you ask for? Remember, the spirit of Tomazooma is with us always. If you see a big solid Tomazooma stomping around, it's an evil robot double. Either that or your parents took so much LSD in the '60s that it had mutated your brain chemicals. Colorful bastard, isn't he? |
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