Ninja Bill fights his worst enemy yet… himself.
Under the control of the Juba Juba (an alien who uses his notorious brain batons to conduct his enemies thoughts), Ninja Bill finds himself unwillingly taking down the city police force, one cop karate chop at a time.
How can you stop the unstoppable? How can you control the uncontrollable? How can you out juba the Juba Juba?
Below is the drawing that my second oldest son created which inspired this villain. He has three space helmets on. I could only fit in two.
Wondering who the #1 most talked about villain was at the San Diego Comic Con? Darth Vader? Nope. The Lizard from “The Amazing Spider-man”? Nuh-uh. Loki from “The Avengers”? Hardly. Everyone from “Game of Thrones”? Nay. It was the Fire Marshal – a malevolent and unseen being who imposed Nazi-like restrictions on any activity that looked like resting or relaxing.
“You can’t sit there,” an A-1, top-notch, unarmed security guard (i.e. volunteer) would say to you just as you lower your aching bones, twenty pound backpack and two bags full of comics (and cheap giveaways) to the ground.
“Why not?” you’d reply.
“Because of the… (da, da, dum) FIRE MARSHAL.”
I’m sure that sitting near a door, or leaning against a wall, or walking too slowly through a hallway has been known to cause buildings to spontaneously erupt in flames, but come on. If SDCC was a gathering of sports fanatics, or perhaps a convention organized to celebrate standing for long periods of time, then there would be no problem, but we’re just geeks geeking out on geeky stuff, man. Let us park it for a minute. Seriously.
Somewhere, illuminated by the back light of a controlled burn off the 8 Freeway, the Fire Marshal laughs to himself. “Next year,” he mutters, “attendees will not even be permitted to slow down. Four and a half days of walking! Perpetual walking! Mwwa-ha-ha-ha!”