TITLE The Bastich By Hart
PANEL 1 (BASTICH-MAN crouches atop a rooftop at night.) CAPTION: Bastich War Journal: Entry BA960424. The City is quiet tonight. Maybe I can get home in time to catch 90210.
PANEL 2 (BASTICH-MAN is knocked off his feet by a loud sound.) SFX: BOOM
PANEL 3 (BASTICH-MAN rubs his head in a daze.) CAPTION: Looks like Donna will have to wait. Where did that explosion come from? My keen senses tell me...
PANEL 4 (BASS MASTER appears in front of BASTICH-MAN. He is a stocky man emitting this visible sound waves from two enormous loudspeakers strapped to his shoulders. He has a crew cut, sunglasses and a turntable buckled to his chest.) BASS MASTER: Over here, Bastich-Man..! BASTICH-MAN: BASS Master! BASS MASTER: That's right..! Now feel the wrath of My Bass Cannons cranked up to 13!
PANEL 5 (BASTICH-MAN struggles through the sound waves with his finger toward the turntable on BASS MASTER'S chest.) BASTICH-MAN: Twice your approximate Mental age... BASS MASTER: Never mind that! The world shall share my musical tastes, whether they like it or not..! BASTICH-MAN: Not...if...I...can..help...it..!
PANEL 6 (BASTICH-MAN runs off as BASS MASTER shakes his fist in silhouette with soft musical notes emitting from his speakers.) BASS MASTER: Nooooo!! You switched the tuner to Soft Rock! There's no Bass to Blast! This is not the last you'll hear of Bass Master! CAPTION: I'm on my way, Valarie!
CREDITS (c) 1996 Joshua Adam Hart
Commentary
Just a quick, nonsensical super-hero romp (with a reference to Beverly Hills, 90210 thrown in). To date, this actually was the last he heard of Bass Master.