By Cory Doctorow at 2:53 pm Thu, Aug 16, 2012
Ever wonder where flat tires come from? Demons. It's demons.
The Puncture Fiend-- Foiled! (Atlas Tyres, 1900s)
I’m not saying it was aliens, but it was aliens.
I like that the demon has an outfit.
“Normally I work in accounting. The demon thing is a sideline.”
I’m pretty sure that was The Monarch before he started arching Venture. Look how far he’s come!
Well I’ll be damned.
Maybe this was during his internship for the League of Calamitous Intent?
Dang. You totally beat me to it. THE MIGHTY MONARCH!
Are those teeth?
Satan tried to offer me small monthly payments to replace the air in my tires with the souls of The Damned. I told him that privatized prisons really don’t fall under the umbrella of my mission statement. Satan left after that, but I think he must have been a little distracted by something, because he wound up leaving his golden fiddle behind. Strange.
And now the song will be in my head the rest of the night, thanks.
that driver is like “pff do your worst satan like i give a shit”
Curse you, Puncture Fieeeeeend!
Of all the Infernal gigs to land, Roadway Caltrop-Deployment has to be among the most thankless. In life, dude must have been a DMV clerk.
Of all the Infernal gigs to land, Roadway Caltrop-Deployment has to be among the most thankless.
What could be more satisfying than that hiss-pop-crash sound? Don’t forget to use hollow caltrops for self-sealing tires.
The least Dispatch could have done was issue him a steed, or at least set the poor demon up with upgraded hooves. Sending an imp out to chase cars in his union suit with a wicker basket full of thorns? Didn’t realize they treated their staff exactly the same as their clientele.
Now, had that devil slipped a sheet of cardboard in front of the radiator, Peter Lorre there would be hoofin’ it himself before long.
Reminds me of those little demons that whisper in the ears of stage magicians in posters from about the same era.
That’s not a demon. It’s just a guy in a suit.
Christ what an asshole.
eww, he’s got a camel toe…
I always thought Flash and Green Arrow were gay.
He’s throwing down goatheads. They’re from hell, ask any bicyclist where they grow.
Ever catch one in a bare foot? Christ Almighty, that hurts.
Demons! People! Demons!
Demons don’t look so scary after all. I don’t know what all the fuss was about.
The Puncture Fiend and Nerg Nail are not as bad as they used to be. What us motorcyclists really fear is the evil Slide Snake. Run over one of those and there’s no knowing what will happen next.
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