Filthy Flagellum and Evil Robot James Buchanan

I missed putting up a review; a review of Iron Man: Demon in a Bottle will be up tomorrow. You, the loyal reader, deserve a better excuse than “my personal life was crazy” or “I was crushed by the amount of work I had to do this week.” Frankly, you can get those kind of excuses anywhere, and we all know they’re lies, just excuses for being too lazy to put in the kind of quality work an unpaid “labor of love” deserves. So you get a better excuse. Like this one:

The Filthy Flagellum gang, hired by the Evil Robot James Buchanan (whose thought patterns are based on the brain waves of the evil President James Buchanan), invaded my gastrointestinal tract. The gang resisted all manner of antibiotics, emetics, palliatives, placebos, and panaceas, so I was forced to send a tiny drone — of my own design, naturally — to battle the gang and its eponymous leader. Evidently, the drone was successful, as I feel much better, but I’ll have to wait for recovery of the drone to discover whether the drone was able to destroy Filthy Flagellum or merely cause him to retreat.

I … I’m not looking forward to drone recovery.