“It’s Big Bubble-Blowin’ Time!” *sigh*

100 CHUNKS IN EVERY POUCH!

I suppose you could consider this an appendix to the Ever-Lovin’ October. Fantastic Four Gum. Well.

I’m tempted to dismiss the above corruption of the Thing’s beloved catchphrase as childish marketing, all in a spirit of fun, but a part of me cringes, like listening to a late-in-life Orson Welles wrestle with a frozen peas commercial. I’ll have to keep reminding myself that the Thing isn’t real, that he’s a fictional character without any dignity to wound. BUT HE’S REAL TO ME, DAMMIT!

It ain’t right.