Terra-Man speakin’. Heah now are images related tuh mah first solo pod-cayst, ‘cludin’ pitcher-pages from SUPERMAN v1 issue 249. Give each o’ them thar images a clickee tuh enlarge. An’ be sure tuh leave yer comments over on the pod-cayst post by givin’ a clickee here — or ELSE!
An’ if anyone asks, Ah wuz heah makin’ this heah pod-cayst thuh whole tahm…
Thar’s no faultin’ thet Neal Adams feller – ‘cept he did draw me without muh ‘stache. Thet scene-air-ee-ho dint happen, neether (one-a them “representa-shuns” lahk). The only thang ackritt on this heah cuvver is the caption thar on thuh raht.
Muh plan tuh git Sooperman’s atten-shun in order tuh give ‘im fahr warnin’ wurked lahk a charm…
That editor hombre Schwartz musta had Bates rewrite muh lingoplasmic energy message so’s not tuh git any yung’uns’ Mamas all madder than a wet hen. Yew won’ t ketch me talkin’ all high-falootin’ lahk thet…
Seems muh warnin’ got ‘im so skeerd he’s quakin’ in ‘is boots!
Tahm fer me and Nova tuh make ahr big intrance — compleet wit’ them fancy pixie-dots!
Now we ’bout tuh have ‘r showdown, an’ thuh so-called “Man o’ Steel” started tuh git all yellah!
Thuh Sooper-skunk thawt ‘ee could bushwack me from behind? Two words: “Force field poncho!”
That waggin’ smoke kept ‘im busy long ’nuff fer me tuh load up my smoke wagon… and let drive! Muh iron’s hawt an’ still a-hawttin’…
Ah wuz getting tahred of these loco stunts…
LAME-O said we needed tuh check sumpthin’ in Sooperman’s medical ‘istory– even though that Arnold Bunko dude sayd thet Krypto-naught dun’t git sick…
Tarnation! Talk ‘bout regrettin’ thuh day yoove bin born!
