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Vultureman, the Vulture



Vultureman is my favorite Mutant. The whiny little bastard was the only Mutant with anything between the ears, but everyone hated him for it. I can relate.

Laugh at me, will ya, Slithe? Eat blazing electric death. At least give me some decent clothes; I'm wearing a pleated skirt, for gods' sake! Fine, just leave me behind to mind the tank. It's not like I invented the weapons you're carrying or anything. Gods I hate my life. Vultureman stumbles upon the Warrior Maidens public bathhouse and is incredibly glad he brought his 3-D camera.
With this Super Weight-Gainer 3000, I will no longer be a skinny little weakling! Vultureman realizes he should have found out who his secret admirer was before agrees to meet for a midnight rendezvous. A three-way with you and Jackalman? Sorry, I don't swing that way, Slithe. What the hell is that?
Amok dumped ME?! That bitch!


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