Let's Be Friends Again

The guys at Fused Film have been putting our single panel movie themed strips up real weekly like.

We’ve covered the forthcoming sequel to Manos: The Hands of Fate (Also known as Hands: The Hands of Fate in Spanish, or Manos: The Manos of Manos in Esperanto), a casting choice that might have perhaps saved Frank Miller’s The Spirit, and the Thompson Twins Tintin cameo.

When we had the idea to do the Thompson Twins strip, I was thinking of Nelson. I still wanted to just go ahead and have Nelson be in Tintin. I think I would like Nelson in anything, really.

Maybe Nelson as Asterix and Obelix? Nelson as Encyclopedia Brown? Nelson as Bert and Ernie? All great ideas. Never steal them.

Here is a picture of myself and Chris all done up by a real artist – Jemma Salume.

So the new comic won’t be up until tomorrow. I know, I’m frightened as well.

But, meanwhiles, here’s a picture done by the excellent Jemma Salume that’s been all colored up.

It’s of Chris and I’s alter egos – The Enthusiast and Mr. Fahrenheit Jr. – mixing it up.

Spoiler: I win at the end.

There was a young man named Chris Haley who existed in a number of realities, as we all do. A common thread among Chris Haleys is their proclivity to keep themselves in a very poor state of living, as was the case with this particular one. He lived in a flat littered with toys and books and ate enough sweet cereal to rot his teeth. So it is, this day that this Chris is headed to some dentist, who may or may not be important as far as multi-dimensional dentists go, when he hears a slight sound and looks to the sky, only to be struck right on his third-eye by a space laser. I should mention space lasers are not common in this dimension, as I’m sure you were wondering about the noteworthiness of a space laser in a story where I’ve already explained there are a boundless number of each of us separated by a veil as thin as cheesecloth but nearly impenetrable, each a tiny bit different than the next.

Back to Chris, who finds himself supine on the street as cosmic energies infiltrate and replace every cell in his body, a process that looks quite like genocide on a microscopic level what with all of the regular human cells being burst like balloons. And he sits up, still looking and thinking like a Chris usually does. But look closer. With an electron microscope. You’ll see the difference. No skin, as we know it. No organs, no tissue, no blood, no bone. This Chris is a collection of ‘dots’, as we would come to call them later, practiced at the art of deception.

We leap forward a few months, because we can do that sort of thing when we use our imaginations, and Chris is learning that he can do unusual things. Well, unusual for us at least. Not too unusual for people blasted from space by the enigmatic Vigor Trigger.

Chris is flying and firing energy beams from his hands and eyes; he’s transforming things at a subatomic level by exciting or de-exciting their atoms, and generally doing his best to discover the secrets of the deep universe in the name of service and aid to his fellow human beings. This Chris is a superhero. This Chris fights with a fervor and the literal excitement of his electrons. This Chris is The Enthusiast!