Sorry bout that…

Some of you expressed dismay that we could just leave poor Superman hangin’ there cold and naked after his trip through our x-ray machine. (And sentiments like “how dare you make fun of Superman.” To which we respond, “It’s a fick-shun-all care-ick-ter,” unlike Santa and the Easter Bunny… whom we’ll never mess with… never never never.)

Anyway, problem solved. We got him all bundled up and ready for a little fall shopping trip down Fifth Avenue.

Hugs and hand-jobs,
–QC