The precise moment when a comic book writer realizes he’s being paid for quantity, not quality.
Also the precise moment when one realizes 1. can’t see, 2. can’t burn anything because the human body produces exceedingly small amounts of acetylene. And a moment before one realizes, “wait, I can take these off and see just fine.”
That’s surprisingly accurate for not being able to see!
what the hell even IS the context
He needed to melt something.
And as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!So you’re saying that your eyes are lidless and wreathed in flames?
Each one. Not “both”, each one. Hmmm…
Look, when your eyes get turned into acetylene torches, thinking about the implications of what you say goes out the window.
