Okay, time to put down the self-colonoscopy kit and judge this thing. There was some good work. And then there were the comics about heroic professions... true heroes don't get paid. And when was the last time Superman got a blowjob from a citizen he saved? When was the last time Spider-Man got a blowjob at all? (Batman is the exception. He's self-weathly AND he's got both Commissioner Gordon and Robin to get his bat-rocks off over. And I'm pretty sure that Underdog got to hit Polly Purebred after every rescue.) But I digress.
Prince Valliant efforts go to: fpd for several (except Methane Man, though the part about a mysterious musical fruit cracked me up), Beeko for ingenuity on Don't-Say-Hell and the lifeguard (I met that guy once), Auxrotten for the true nature of Col. Sanders, dcom for the CFITSP Man, Lima for Danger Penguin.
Special recognition and a nickel-plated little loving cup to Seanator for Homosexual Innuendo Man. You almost made it. (huh huh, what I just said)
But the winder of this joint is, for making me need this colonoscopy... Tterb!
Live long and perspire.
Say something cryptic then leave snickering.