Stan Lee's Mighty 7 Page #3

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What? Why?

For security purposes.

I want every piece of equipment you

can salvage taken back to base.

Found the perfect room

for females. Follow me.

Your fiancee doesn't want

to share a room with you?

I want to know who was

driving that vehicle!

SATCOM's still working on it.

We should have an answer soon.

No!

What's wrong?

They are dismantling our ship.

Access to our technology

would be disastrous.

Yuka, prepare for disintegration!

But you'll destroy

the rescue beacon!

Then let's hope they've already

picked up the signal on Kring.

And if they haven't?

Activate disintegration.

- Are you sure about this?

- Just do it!

Disintegration activated.

Everybody out! Now!

Get me outta here!

John, you folks at Archie are going

to love my new comic book idea.

"reality super heroes".

What are you doing?

It's a command center.

I used equipment

from the escape pod.

It's only until we're rescued.

Rescue means going to prison.

Not being rescued means

we're stranded here.

A prison sentence in itself.

An obvious conclusion that

seems to escape Mr. Happy.

Mr. Obtuse would be

more appropriate.

I don't take well to insults.

Hey, you're supposed to

stop them, aren't you?

They need to work

this out themselves.

Sure, easy for you to say,

I'm the guy who'll have to

pay my friend's deductible.

Look, my father is head

of the Governing Council.

If you all agree to

follow our orders

and not try to escape, I'll have

him cut your sentences in half.

But there's one condition.

There always is.

If even one of you

breaks the rules,

the deal's off and you all

serve your full sentences.

Agreed?

- Fine.

- Agreed.

Captain, look!

Sound the alarm! Abandon ship!

The loss of our tanker is the eighth sinking

of an oil carrying vessel this month.

Xanar.

I want to assure the public

that we are working hard

to stop these attacks on

the world's oil supply.

My friend, amends need to be...

I knew you weren't trustworthy.

It'll do.

We got an ID on the man who

helped the aliens escape.

It's the comic book

writer, Stan Lee.

Get him here.

Hey. This is private property.

I need help.

Comic books? About us?

He wants to turn us into heroes?

He must be nuts.

Oh, sounds fun!

I tell you what.

You just sign a contract giving

me your exclusive rights

and I'll continue hiding

you from our military.

- No one's permitted on this floor.

- I'm not no one.

We've got to keep your

real identities a secret.

So what I've done, I've come up with

names for your super hero characters.

You're Strong Arm, you're

Silver Skylark. And you're...

- The Feral Falcon?

- Uh, no.

- Lady Lightning because...

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