Identity @page { margin-bottom: 5.000000pt; margin-top: 5.000000pt; } 11 DR. BLAH BLAH BLAH, A COMIC BOOK – 1ST PERSON (IDENTITY) “Did we lose them?”
“Shh.”
I leaned my forehead against the glass of the Smaug’s belly and peeked over its knees.
Two figures crept towards us on the exterior of a fire escape. I cracked open the Smaug’s belly. I unscrewed one of my eyeballs and reeled it down towards them.
One was a bounty hunter. Like all of his kin he wore a campy polyester superhero costume with skintight leggings and tank top and glittery cape and shiny kneehigh boots and utility belt. Clenched between his teeth was a lawn mower blade.
The other figure was a professional vigilante’s ’gänger. It also wore the apparel of its kind: stiff Toughskin jeans and a burlap sailor jacket and a Charles Bronson snowcap. Its hands had been surgically replaced with .457 magnums.
Neither of them saw my eyeball seeing them.
I flicked an incisor with the tip of my tongue. My eye retracted.
