The Stories Behind the San Diego Comic Con Costumes

August 11, 2008 on 4:29 pm | In Comic Cons, Comics, Insanity, Weak Attempt |

MOTHER: Ronnie, are you sure you don’t want me to help you with your Halloween costume?

RONNIE: NO, Mom. I told you, it’s not for Halloween, it’s for Comic Con. DUH, you’re so retarded sometimes.

MOTHER: I know that you want it to be the best, and I have all this sewing equipment that I never get a chance to use.

RONNIE: I KNOW how to make a costume, Mom. I already have a pair of red cargo pants, they’re hella awesome and they totally make the costume.

MOTHER: Oh those things? Ronnie, dear, I bought those for you when you were still in middle school, they’re very faded by now.

RONNIE: No, stupid. They’re fine. I still wear them, like, all the time. I spill butter on them now and then, but you wash most of it off.

MOTHER: But the shirt you have is a much brighter red than the pants, I’d hate for you to go out and…

RONNIE: MOM! I told you already! I’m making my own costume! Damn! And it’s a Deadpool costume, it’s not like anyone’s going to care about the mask or the pants, it’s all about the guns. Why didn’t you know that, stupid?

MOTHER: I don’t really know about comic books, darling. You’d think with you living here, in my home, for 32 years I would have caught on, but no, I really haven’t.

RONNIE: Like, everyone, knows about Deadpool. Only an IDIOT doesn’t know who I’m going to Comic Con as. Now, get outta my room, I gotta scrounge up more electrical tape for my mask.

MOTHER: Just as long as it covers up your lack of chin, dear, you’ll be the handsomest boy at the show!

RONNIE: MOOOOOOOOM! It’s not a show, it’s a COMIC BOOK CONVENTION.