Collab commission by by Asher featuring my good friend  rockysfplaya and myself as two non-infringing comic book icons.

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Don't say you were never warned. It's right here in the Marsupial High yearbook.

Senior superlatives for the class of 198[smudged]

Best Looking ..... Ingrid Malone

Best Dressed ..... Christopher Colbert

Most Likely to Succeed ..... Anya Stephenson

Most Likely to lose his mind after holding the power of the sun in the palm of his hand ..... Emmet T. Underwood

Hi. My name's Raccpool, but you can call me Rocky... or Ingrid Malone if you're feeling fancy. I know I am. Have you seen these headshots? Gen X really knew how to rock a perm.

You're probably wondering, when is he going to say "you're probably wondering, how did I get into this?"

Good, you get a gold star for paying attention, and I get a gold star for not making this yearbook look like a block of papier-mâché. (Ingrid. Text me.) You're right! This is the part of the Marvel movie where a lovable, roguish yet sensitive hero explains the backstory in voiceover.

Hey! That is a truck, sir! We don't throw those!

So I was getting my steps in on the bridge, on the lookout as I usually am for buck-toothed maniacs building illegal fusion reactors or releasing deadly superserums, when in stomps this Star Fox 64-looking reject named... what villain are you credited as?

"Doctor Wombat!"

Is that Marvel or Sony? Feel free to @ me.

Anyway, if I had a nickel for every time I saw a bad guy with mechanical arms that whispered sweet nothings to his brain dangling a superhero from a bridge I'd have—

"They're tails! Not arms!"

—I'd have at least 10 cents, and Dr. AARP-a-pus here wouldn't get any because he interrupted me!

"Who are you even talking to?"

Uh oh. Does he repair fourth walls? You folks sit tight while ol' Raccpool takes care of this.