And so, "kids flood the local toy stores," just like they were previously "flocking" to buy the FekaCD in the last episode. You'd think that they'd learn not to buy overpriced hardware from evil robots by now. Stupid kids. Except this time, they're only buying the system because of its price. Because, you know, three hundred bucks for an add-on to a video game system is such a great fucking bargain that's impossible to pass up. But anyway.
The second panel is one of the most surreal things you're going to see in this series, and that's saying a lot. Here we have a giant child in three poses, looming over his constantly-evolving kingdom of Pangaea, acting out a decision-making process that is not at all based in or even slightly influenced by reality. Picture this: a child with $300 in his hand happens to find himself in a line to buy a video game system, which is being sold on the street for whatever reason. When he gets to the front of the line, he apparently is only then notified of why he was standing in line, as he has to be talked into making a purchase. And after the lamest, most ineffective sales pitch ever, he buys what the nice robot tells him to. Because his friends will admire him so greatly for his new system and its hundreds of crappy FMV games. But wait! No! It is not to be! The child quickly finds his dreams of friends are dashed as the "want some candy, little boy?" expression on the friendly salesman's face melts into PURE HORROR.
Holy Jesus, that is fucking scary.
The kid is too distraught over his idiotic purchasing decision to pay any mind to the ghostly upper torso that is berating him with demonic laughter, however. He's sad. Aww. Poor little guy. He was so full of life only a few minutes ago. Merrily skipping out of the bank he just robbed, stolen cash in hand, and filled with curiosity as he stood in the mystery line. But now, this innocence is lost with the realization that he didn't have enough bloodied money left over to buy the console that was clearly noted as a requirement on the CD system's box. Imagine the disappointment! The look on the kid's face is priceless.
Mild disappointment is a bitch, ain't it?
Panel 3: Luckily, our hero Johnny Turbo is watching. Well, wait, no he isn't. He's playing Gate of Thunder, you stupid fucking narrator. But luckily, Johnny is momentarily distracted from his game, possibly by food, only to get a clear look at the street below, immediately obtaining an understanding of the crooked sequence of events that is unfolding at the moment. Way to hide your blind hatred there, Turbo guys. Making a half-competent mockery of your opponent's legitimate sales tactics is one thing, but I think that there's better ways to go about attacking them than to outright call them crooked. Plus, it's not exactly legal and stuff, but you know.
Panel 4: I'm not going to even attempt to describe what's going on here. Okay, maybe I'll try. First, let's ignore the disembodied, jawless robot head for our own sakes. Now, why Johnny has a secret room in his apartment cordoned off by a curtain is a concern secondary to the idea that he needs such privacy when he transforms into his alter ego. I mean, come on, it's your own apartment, man. Rip that computer expert uniform off right where you stand, if it pleases you so. Don't mind Tony - he won't be seeing anything that he hasn't seen many times before.
Panel 5: God. You wouldn't think that this would be the way to sell your system, would you? Blatantly insulting your zombie-like customers and all. I'm so glad that there's a video game manufacturer like TTI that cares about its patrons. Though I suppose this particular example is less about caring, and more about beating the shit out of your competition. On your customers' behalf, assumably.
Panel 6: Worst. Repartee. Ever.
Tragically, the impossible angle of Johnny's uppercut here apparently caused his right leg to melt off. I suppose this pose could also be described as what a running uppercut - as ridiculous as that sounds - looks like, but if that were so, then how could Johnny have had the time to tap the goon on the shoulder and deliver his witty little piece of retardation beforehand? Sorta reminds me of this one crappy Image comic I read years ago, where this one guy pounces on another guy from a tree, only he delivers about five minutes' worth of dialogue while in mid-air. Great stuff.
On another note, I think too much. Let's put this one-legged puppy to sleep already.