X-Men #62 - Giant Wolverine

I have nothing to remark about the rest of the comic. I was trying to think of something crappy to blog about and I remembered a bizarre panel from X-Men #62.

Carlos Pachego is by no means a bad artist, and as a fellow illustrator, I admit to a few over-exaggerated, drunken behemoths that I've drawn.

This is why you don't drink and draw.

What the hell is this?

Pachego's debut Wolverine panel for this title hits us like Mel Gibson hits the sauce. Engorged and sloppy.

This gamma-charged, juiced-up, meat golem with furry elbows fails to keep Logan in familiar stature. We close the deal with a lean set of Mick Jagger heroin legs.

I repeat. What the hell is this.

If I were Shang Chi, I would be crapping soft-serve and calling animal control. There's a Canadian werewolf in Hong Kong, despite what it's cheeky belt bling has to say about it.

The rest of Pachego's run on this title was much less muscular, until Marrow shows up and flexes out boney tears from her enormous Morlocke pecs.

I give this panel two bone claws down and one adamantium claw to the skull.

Fail.