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Fine with me. No snide, subtle insults. Or obvious ones. Right. Got it. Is it my turn to do the picture? Yup. Alright, then. Sometimes when Vultureman got sick of Slithe, he would try other jobs. Here, Vultureman is attempting to be a disc jockey. But I don't think it's working. Mutant radio has never been big for ratings. For some reason, it didn't go over well in the Berbil community. |
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For rather obvious reasons, this plan also failed. He could never get an audience. To my mind, he never performed a miracle, either. And the few he staged were done with inventions that backfired on him at the last minute. But he was really good at condemning sinners and demanding they pay tribute to the mutants. Yeah, he was pretty good when he was ranting about that. |
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He's looking for a lost needle. Or a lost brain cell. He might also be looking for a life. Good luck. Question. Where did he set up his farm? The area around Castle Plun-Darr isn't exactly the best place to try growing things. I think he pushed some Wollows out of their land, but I don't remember. Oh. Did they ever get their lands back? No. Vultureman used some new solution on the soil that was supposed to be a great fertilizer and ended up robbing the entire acre of any nitrogen. |
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He started with the bagpipes, but this was definitely not a good decision. When he couldn't get them to work, he made some "improvements." One of them was installing a Thundranium cannon. So when we went to battle the mutants, not only did we have to watch Thundranium blasts but we had to ignore the droning sound of Vultureman playing the bagpipes. I was so relieved when Lion-O vaporized that thing. |
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