Three fast food restaurants in a row. First, a DAIRY QUEEN, then a BURGER KING, then an ice cream parlor called THE EMPEROR OF ICE CREAM, whose mascot is a smiling Hooded Death. A passerby goggles.
This only makes sense if you’re familiar with the Wallace Stevens poem of the same name. The emperor is death, of course. The refrain is wonderful/ terrifying: “The only emperor is the emperor of ice-cream.” So this cartoon probably has a niche audience, but I know I have a few high school English teachers reading this; maybe there’s a kid who’d like to draw it.
One of the hardest suspension-of-disbelief problems in comics is the costumes. Most superheroes walk around dressed normally, and then strip off their outer clothes to reveal their costumes, even though any normal person knows how lumpy and weird that would look in real life. But the heroes never look lumpy in comics. They look nice in a tuxedo, and then they rip it off, and they have a cape and maybe even a helmet under there.
The Crimson Comet is one of the few characters who treat this problem realistically (sort of):
He not only has a costume, he has wings! He keeps them tucked under a huge trench coat all the time. People are usually too polite to say anything about it, though the bad guy here does refer to CC as a hunchback. This is not nice, but he is the bad guy.
I think the artists who ignore the problem and just let the Black Terror (or whoever) wear their costume without any lumps probably have the right idea. The lumpiness is just too distracting.
Draw my comics.