Somebody should go ahead and scan their copy for us to do a collective "emergency rewrite."
My college buddies used to do that sort of thing at our local watering-hole gettogethers: Pick up an ancient copy of
Iron Man or whatever, white out all the narrative and dialogue. Then each of us sniggering drunks would be handed a magic marker and told to take one freshly-photocopied-at-150%-page and "improve it."
You all know that you want to. Ever since you saw Jim Owsley do that to the legendary "Death of Phoenix," the desire has burned within you, ever-silent, ever-unsated. Don't deny it.
