Caption Contest #3
May 22, 2008
This week, we head out on an altogether different tack… well, maybe not, but at least there’s more clothing involved.
If it helps picture him in this lovely little costume:
One week! Bring on the captions! Don’t make me cut back on the prizes, I so want to spoil you! Once more, this week’s prize shall be three cards from my binder, either prize cards (EAs, DCX, etc) or Modern-legal rares.
Speaking of spoiling, last week’s winner – as determined by a guy I used to play heroclix with who made the mistake of being online when I needed a judge – is Omnicresence! Omni, you can email me your address at losthemisphere@gmail.com, and I’ll get an envelope on the way to you with your prize!
HM-Is that a beartrap?
victim–it’s a beartrap.
HM-Wow.
Wait, is that on your….? OH MY DEAR SWEET LORD!
….bummer dude.
“I’m gonna say… crabs.”
“Oh, man. Oh, MAN! Is it… is it terminal?”
“Probably.”
Hawkman:
OK now the pants.
Guy: Dude I told you I was sorry for bad mouthing DC.
Wahoo!!!!! Thank you thank you!!!
As to this week’s caption contest:
Hawkman: That was a nasty fall. Didn’t you see that cliff?
Man: How could I, with you soaring above me all bright red and bulging? You almost put my eyes out!
Hawkman: Sorry. I like them hanging loose.
Hawkman: Okay, let’s get this over with. 50 bucks!
Man: I asked for Hawkgirl!
Hawkman: She’s busy.
HM: Mask on or off?
Man: Off please.
HM: Too Bad!
(credit to the writers of Sealab2021)
Hawkman: Stare Deaply into my loin muscle.
Man: I already am.
Hawkman: Does it make you… quiver?
Hawkman: Come a little… closer.
Man: Batman-would-never-make-me-do-this!
Hawkman: That’s a lie.
HM – It’s a formidable scent… It stings the nostrils… In a good way.
Man – Take me to Peasure town.
HM – Oh we’re going there.
supposed to read pLeasure town. arg.
HM – I’d make a good husband Jenny.
person – You would Forrest
HM – Will you marry me?
Hawkman: Oh man, your dreams have slept and you are tired-let us go.
Man: B…But why…so soon?
Hawkman: B’cause your play is over!
HM: So, will you ever come to a Hawkperson bar mitzvah wearing a swastika armpatch ever again?
Man: No, sir. Never again, sir. May I change out of this skirt now, sir?
HM: I think we still have a walk down main street, sir.
-Mike
Hawkman: I look forward to seeing you in action. Jack says you’ve got a great big %@*&.
Man: . . . um . . . yeah, I dunno, I guess?
Hawkman: Can I see it?
(Boogie Nights rip-off, I’ll think of a better one.)
Hawkman: You buffoon! I asked you to make me a He-Man, a Lion-O and a Birdman outfit for my costume party!
Man: But that’s exactly what I did!
Hawkman: Fool! Not all in one go!
HM: I have you now, Captain Nazi. Why not make it easy on yourself.
CN: You’ll never take me alive, Aquaman.
HM: We’ll see abo. . . wait. ‘Aquaman?’ Oh you’re dead now, bitch.
Hawkman: What do you think? Too butch?
Mr. Slave: Wait…aren’t those Robin’s pants?
Hawkman: …don’t change the subject.
HAWKMAN: You have a perdy mouth.
MAN: I don’t understand!
HAWKMAN: What would you do for a Klondike Bar?
HM: …and now you know, and…
Man: …OH OH, and knowing is half the battle, gee thanks Shipwreck.
HM: Uhhh, I’m Hawkman.