Chemo, that's who.
I mean, with his ridiculously vague powers, he can literally do anything the creators want that issue, and they can invent any old loopy pseudo-science to fight him.
But he has zero personality--no dialogue, no motive, nada. It's more fun fighting a tidal wave or an earthquake!
Ahh, but we fix that this week in Friday Night Fights!!
Chemo has returned to Earth after being hurled deep into space (because SCIENCE) and has somehow become merged with disgruntled auto-worker Joe Quinn (because SCIENCE!).
So as Chemo starts to trash Metropois' own Major Motors, Superman arrives on the scene:
Just so we're clear, Superman converted an auto factory into a giant still, and managed to distill a specific human, memories intact and anything?
SCIENCE!!!!!!!!
Well, with no intellect left in Chemo, Superman can take off the kid gloves...
Spacebooger is kind of concerned about the single drop of chemical waste that plunged into the Atlantic. Won't Aquaman be pissed?
SCIENCE is a dish best served with fists in Superman #370 (1982), by Len Wein, Curt Swan and Dave Hunt
Now is the time for you to go and vote for my fight. Why? SCIENCE!!! So go vote!!
1 comment:
Oh Comic Book Science...you are so wonderful.
I particularly liked the reaction of the two workers, who rather than stand around watching Superman fight, did the intelligent thing and got the heck out of there!
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