Panel-Cast: His name is Donald~Wolverine.

There he is. What can I even say about this abomination? A lot.

This is what we get when we allow Disney to stick it's bendy straw duck dick in everything. Oh sure, it looks like the happiest, silliest, coolest thing ever conceived. But the entire joke is right there on the cover, the rest is a mind-rotting waste of time. I assure you there's nothing inside worth looking at, let alone reading, and i suggest that you don't.

Actually reading this thing feels like reading the Necronomicon. It's unholy and cursed. I have seen The Color out of Space and it looks like Pluto the goddamn dog made of shiny Colossus metal. The mere sight of such an eldritch hybrid is enough to upset my tummy.

Donald-Wolverine (yeah, that's really his name) is an affront to both characters. His speech bubbles don't convey his Donald Duck voice so i have to assume he just sounds like Hugh Jackman, which makes the whole thing even more uncomfortable. I hate this and it makes me wanna die. I'll never be the same.

I also talk about the Deadpool and Wolverine movie, and a couple other Wolverine comics... but Christ, who cares? Nothing matters when Donald-Wolverine is on the scene. Nothing means anything anymore. It's all chaos. The universe is cold and cruel, and life itself seems to hate me.