What fearsome visage shall greet us on today's pulp cover?
Uh ... oh ... well ...
No, just no. What could be under that loin cloth? What is causing this metal dork more embarrassment than that metallic grin that looks all the world like Chesire Cat trying to pass a gallstone?
The robot is just on the wrong cover.
I think we can fix that.
You're welcome, you piece of goofy crap.
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