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Relax, Dick. Unless that guy shortens his moniker by about the length of a Dickens novel, his criminal career will come to nothing even without your help.
God, the art in Dick Tracy is so awful. If they actually tried to draw something like what you’ve described, it would be completely impossible to pick out.
Good God, this is so wrong. This is the kind of sick shit that will have me laughing for three days.
You know, I hate it when that happens.
Sounds like Dick has run across Arseface from Preacher.
Dick Tracy meets Arseface:
(Tracy sees Arseface crossing against the light)
TRACY: Hey! Get back on the curb–YE GODS!
ARSEFACE: Whuuuh? (“What?”)
(Tracy draws his gun.)
TRACY: GET YOUR HANDS UP!
ARSEFACE: Uuhkuhh! Uhkuhh! Juuhh! Uhh muuhhih, uhh muuhhih! (“Okay! Okay! Jesus! I’m moving, I’m moving!”)
(Tracy shoots Arseface several times, then commandeers a car and runs over him a couple of times to make sure.)
LOCAL COP: What the hell did you do THAT for? He’s perfectly harmless! Works at the sewage-treatment plant!
TRACY: With a face like that, I just figured he was a bank robber or a jewel thief or had built a giant criminal robot or something.
ARSEFACE: *Gurgle* Uhh… wuhh… juhh cruhhuhh… thuh stuhh… (“I was just crossing the street…”)
Paul 1963: Excellent!
*Returns PopTart to package* Gross!! *Cringing and laughing at the same time*