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“The Ballad of El Negro Poncho de los Abs”
I’m gonna make this quick cause JEOPARDY! is about to come on. The Cliche That Kills, El Negro Poncho de los Abs, is going to be a webcomic and we are aiming squarely for Artist Alley at the 2012 New York Comic Con! The art will be handled by Mr. Howard Russell (U’ve seen his skills tumbl thru this blog already, of course), lyrics, by yours truly. Now… I gotta go, cause I’m missing JEOPARDY!
So this is what happened. Howard Russell was feelin frisky one night and decided to panel out the scene where El Negro meets the kid. This is a baseball leaving the park, people. Enjoy. I have a feeling there will be more where this came from, so stay tooned…
The heat was blazing down on me; I could feel myself parched almost to the bone, behind my eyes scorching red with a white hot center. I blinked my eyes open to a hazy blur of what I could swear was… a kid. Little pie-faced kid smiling down at me upside down. “Pardon me señor, maybe it is none of my business, but laying out here in the sun like this really could bring you to your death.” Fantastic. He speaks AND he’s a smarmy little shit to boot. I tried moving my arms and legs and then I remembered that I was staked to the ground, spread eagle, like a giant, human X. “Now,” the kid continued. “I do not know whom you have crossed to find yourself in such a way, but I am willing to bet that when you crossed them, you did not expect that you would find yourself like this. If you do not get some help soon, you will be human jerky!” My vocal chords managed to scratch together enough for me to talk without starting a brush fire in my throat. “Listen kid, are you gonna cut me loose or do you want a cover charge for the comedy?” He sighed loudly and rolled his eyes before producing a large knife and starting on the ropes. “No one appreciates good original material anymore…” - The Ballad of El Negro Poncho de los Abs
The Ballad of El Negro Poncho de los Abs
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