It’s the entrance to South of the Border, the famous roadside tourist trap. Cop cars are massed outside, as an escaped convict, just across the line, thumbs his nose at the cops. One cop says to another: “Unfortunately, there’s no extradition treaty with South of the Border.”
Now I want to write a movie where S.O.B. declares itself a sovereign state.
I have another big idea involving a landmark of my native South: I want to open a giant, deluxe Waffle House in Las Vegas with a full bar. Bottle service, high-end video poker machines, maybe a couple of penthouse suites for real players. Entrepreneurs, let me know if you’re interested.
I’m a sucker for a deformed villain, so I like Kromo here:
Why shouldn't a guy with a melted face want revenge on a universe that unjustly favors guys like Stuart Taylor just because they’re pretty? I’m with Kromo!
This is art (maybe script?) by a very young Jack Kirby, by the way, before he started drawing everyone with square heads. It looks more sophisticated to me than his later work, but what do I know.
Draw.