Issue #133, The Mighty Thor (Oct. 1966)
The Mighty Thor “Behold…The Living Planet!”
Not really sure what kind of intro to do here, but I’m sure something will come to me later. Probably after I’ve already posted this, in one of those “Doh!” moments that tends to spring up after an opportunity to be witty has passed you by. And therein lies the awesomeness of blogging, because I can, at will, change ALL of this to look like I really meant it to be supremely witty.
Of course, I most likely will leave this alone because I love for my readers to know exactly how my snarky little brain works, from time to time.
Hey! By the way….8 days until Emo!Thor hits the big screen!! *ahem*
ONWARD!
When last we left our beloved Emo!Thor, he was on a ship headed to his doom the Black Galaxy, armed with nothing but his trusty hammer and a humanoid recording device (aka…another robot). Once inside, they found themselves face to, er, planet-face, with Ego…the giant planet that has been sending out pink rays of destruction at Rigellian vessels. Because, really… what DO you expect a giant, sentient planet to do all day?
Emo!Thor is, understandably, confused, and his recorder companion offers little solace, reminding all of us that he is, in fact, still a robot, by activating his Derma-circuits for maximum and continuous operation.
Did I mention they’ve already landed ON Ego’s surface at this point?

I can't decide what is more disturbing: the fact that it's so... colorful? Or the inexplicable need to find some LSD to make this experience that much more interesting? Either way... go Kirby!
Ego’s face appears again, informing them both that yes, he’s a bio-verse unto himself. Dazzled!Thor, to his credit, retains that Asgardian pride that makes him so beloved:

Thor, sweetie, when you're a giant, sentient planet, you sort of earn the right to be confident in your supremacy. I mean, look at him? He's picked the most *fabulously* non-threatening colors to address you in!
Seeing that Thor is rather… put off by his appearance, Fabulous!Ego decides to try something else:

That right there? That's the very definition of a planetary blow job.
Once the vortex has subsided, Confused!Thor finds himself standing on a replica of Asgard, snatched from his mind and re-created by his hospitable host! He’s even taken a more humanoid form, to make it easier for the two of them (and the robot) to converse in comfort.

Try the new Ego! Now in a bite-sized, convenient form for on-the-go snacking!
Humanoid!Ego leads them, by horseback, to the recreation of Asgard that he’s set up, and along the way, Thor postulates on why. Of course, Ego answers his question for him… He’s going to conquer all of space!
But let’s leave our hero to absorb that little bombshell for a moment and turn our attention to the ongoing plight of Harlot!Jane:

Female curiosity? Speaking of... seriously, Porgia, what's with the head? Spirit of Dedication? Porgia apparently doesn't realize who he's talking to...
Speaking of Tagar, the man mysteriously pops into existence, looking like a mortal version of Daddy!Odin, ready to go:

And not a very good nurse either, might I add. *spiteful Snarkstress is spiteful*
Harlot!Jane protests, but Tagar will not be deterred:

Oooh. Now for a game of red light, green light...creepy old dood style. *points to the definition of "foreshadowing" in the dictionary*
Back in the Black Galaxy, Humanoid!Ego has finally revealed why he was so keen to talk to Emo!Thor:

I'm totes going to kick your Asgardian heiney, Thunder God! And now we see the reason behind his name, Ego, because SOMEONE has a planetary-sized one.
As you already know, Thor refuses to have his ass handed to him in any form, so he says Ego NAY! Ego shifts back into his fabulous pink/purple cloudy form and follows up with another cosmic blow job that leaves our poor Thor spent:

Spent!Thor just needs a moment...to recompose...
As Humanoid!Recorder has pointed out, technically, Faboo!Ego wasn’t humanoid when he attacked, so his argument is null and void about being the victor. Faboo!Ego takes issue with that tiny detail and instead, reveals the rest of his grand master plan:

That's DOCTOR!Thor to you, Ego.
Faboo!Ego, on a serious roll, drafts what can only be considered an agent of fabulosity to send out into the universe, leaving Thor flabbergasted:

Seriously, dood? You're sending hoards of pink n' purple anti-bodies to take over the universe? What are they gonna do? Forcefully redecorate and redress all the fashion victims out there? Even Thor can't believe your plot. Also: Obvious!Recorder is obvious.
Just as Thor is about to hammer his point home, the Fabulous!Entity disappears, much to Thor’s irritation:

Ooh. BURN. Dismissive!Ego is dismissive.
Ego, er, his face, anyway, disappears and he sends a large tidal wave to take care of the two, since he’s done playing with them for now:

Punny!Thor realizes that Humanoid!Recorder's observations will only go so far to save their asses and decides to take matters into his own hands.
What follows next … is difficult for me to describe. If you’ve seen the movie “Innerspace“, you’re already ahead of the curve on this:

So...I should start calling him Germ!Thor now? Bacteria!Thor? Also: Seriously, Humanoid!Recorder... Germ!Thor says thee Shut Up. I think someone's getting a little cranky.
No sooner have the words left our hero’s mouth, than they are suddenly set upon by the Ego-crafted Anti-bodies, and things quickly get out of hand:

Snarky!Recorder does my job for me, it seems. I have nothing to add to this.
Suppressed!Thor, tired of being manhandled in such a fashion, finally says enough is enough and does what he does best:

Oh, SNAP! Go Team THOR! *power flex*
Grabbing Humanoid!Recorder by the arm, Thor drags him away from the fray, only to find themselves being sucked into another maze of tunnels as Ego crows about how powerful he is.
But enough of them! Let’s go back to earth and check in on our favorite new ruling Empress of Everything, Pink!Tana. It would appear that she’s still meeting with some opposition, this time from a snarky NYC police officer who’s precinct she just marched into demanding to speak with the leader:

Vee haf vays of making you believe... oh yes, vee haf vaaays. Dispatch war rocket Ajax... wait. Wrong comic.
She sends her little signal over to Rigel, but things don’t go precisely as planned:

DENIED! No Space-Lock or Empressness for YOU, Pink!Tana!
Back on Ego, Thor is…having some trouble:

NOOOO! Not my stalwart and trusty Humanoid!Recorder pal!!!
Shooshed!Recorder goes flying off into the distance, observing as he goes, how the rocks, like blood cells, seem intent on destroying him at Ego’s whim. Thor refuses to give up hope and goes after him:

"I SHALL SAVE THEE!" "Nay! Leave me! Save yourself!" Cue the Melodramatic Confession of Gratitude in 3...2...
Determined!Thor gets to his fallen companion just in time:

Shh. It's always confusing the first time Emo!Thor saves you, Humanoid!Recorder. It gets easier. Just ask Jane. Emo!Thor just can't quit you...or anyone, really.
Our hero vows to break free of this annoying bio-verse known as Ego, and, hefting Grateful!Recorder over his shoulder, he shows us all just why HE is the Thunder God of Awesome:

OH SNAP! DID YOU SEE THAT? Oh my gosh. Rhyming!Thor for the freakin' WIN! GO TEAM THOR! (**I so need that poem on a shirt.**)
Defeated!Ego is thoroughly annoyed because, hey, who really likes to lose? So he does what any drama-queen will do when they’ve been shown up:

Thor's flounce may be epic, but it's NOTHING compared to the EPIC!EGO!FLOUNCE! He's not just taking his ball and going home, folks, he's taking EVERYONE'S ball!
Our hero hammers away, his trusty Humanoid!Recorder over his shoulder, heading back for Rigel, but there’s a feeling… a feeling that something is wrong back on earth.
But you’ll just have to wait until next week to find out! Until then (from Tales of Asgard):

The WHB try their hand at more useful inventions... and somehow manage to make even THAT look ridonkulous.
~GO TEAM THOR!
Snarkstress *H*

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We’ve officially made it to April. Despite all the rain woes and disasters happening around the globe, spring has sprung and in true Seattle style, it’s been wet and drippy and grey around here.