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Aquaman, King of the Seven Seas, Has ****ing Had It With You, Man.
BY Glen Weldon
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First off, I dont talk to them. OK?
Thats, like, the first thing. Lets start there.
Its not like Im all, Hey, Peter Pufferfish, whats up? and hes all, Yo, nothing much, brah.
It doesnt work like that, all right? I mean, most of them dont even have brains, for one thing. They have maybe a bump at one end of their spinal cord, a pimply little swelling of ganglia, if theyre lucky.
Language is not a looming issue, is what Im saying.
No, how it works is: I command them. Period, the end. Command, as in bend them to, you know, my will and whatnot. ****in A.
Even the ones with actual for-real brains, the cetaceans. If I want, you know, a pod of Burmeisters porpoise to ram the hell out of Black Mantas Manta Sub, that **** gets done. If I totally want, like, a southern minke whale to go hump a giant squid (its most hated enemy, by the way), I just go doodoodoodoodoodoo and its like Show World down there. Not that I would, because, you know, gross, but Im just saying: I dont ask. Im not going to be all, If you wouldnt mind terribly much, please, Mr. Southern Minke Whale, go get your nasty freak on with that giant squid.
Just, you know, FYI.
And its not training. I read that on some blog: He just trains them to do all that.
Dude, I can get 6 million krill to gunk up the engine of a getaway ship by having them hurl themselves up the intake jets. Mass sea-monkey suicide. OK? Try that **** with operant conditioning, with some big-titted blondie waggling a smelt, see what you get. Think theyre meting out kick-ass sea justice over at EPCOT? Shyeah.
But everyone takes their shot. ****ing YouTube and ****. Cartoon Network. Suddenly every hacky comics got a tight five-minute chunk on lame old Aquaman. Haw haw haw, hes so laaaaame, hee hee hee, go talk to a guppy!
Its all good. Somehow I manage to suffer through it. I soldier bravely the **** on, comforted only by the small but telling fact that Im absolute goddamn ruler ofwhat was it again?oh, yeah: the EARTH.
The PLANET.
And you, youre, like, star of open-mike night at the Mirth Shack in Jacksonville. And your MySpace blog? OMG! ROTFLMAO!
You used to be cool, man.
When you were a kid, youd sit at the bottom of the Stupaks pool, remember? Used to sit there and pretend the kickboard between your knees was Storm the Giant Seahorse, and youd stay under for as long as you could, going doodoodoodoodoodoo.
Remember there was that orange T-shirt you had? Remember that? That was cool.
You sure seemed like a happy little kid.
But, you know, I get it. Whatever, that was a long time ago. Now youre all, Wonder Woman never even let him fly her plaaaane, and whatnot. And thats, you know, fine.
I could command you. You, those Robot Chicken *******s, alla yall. Command you all to, you know, quit it.
I dont make, like, a big deal about that, but I could. Youre just a fish at heart, dude. Down deep in your forebrain. I ****in could.
But I wont. Thats not how I roll. Im a hero. Plus, Im King of the Seven Seas, so, you know, I got **** to do, right?
No, its fine. You rock on with your bad self, dude. Mazel tov.
Seriously, though, leave my lady out of it. Thats not cool, man. Mera, she doesnt get it like I do. Shes sensitive. I start hearing you talking **** about her, or her hard-water powers, or that time she turned evil, and I will **** your **** up. Count on it.