C-OYT04 (Apr 27, 1996)
Puzzle
“Mysterious #E—a clash for the ages!”
#53 Trivia | 3 Words and 1 Hyphenated Word
Clue
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Clue 1: ??
Clue 2: ??
Clue 3: ??
Answer and Explanation
Answer: Human Torch Vs. Sub-Mariner
Explanation: The Human Torch and the Sub-Mariner have been long-known to have a clash with each other since the 1940s (in real life), the first instance of this being in Marvel Mystery Comics #8.
Summary of Receipt
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Transcript
RECEIPT #004
FILED UNDER: CAFE-OYT
DATE: 4/27/96
EMPLOYEE #53
Alrighty, small update on our Mr. Wilson order—it seems like it's a bit of a "thorn in the beast's paw" situation. The thorn is a little more amorphous in this case, but something is agitating this squatch. I haven't been able to get close enough to it to really discern what exactly has its luscious locks in a twist, but I'm guessing it's something more along the lines of magical than physical. Assuming Flower's intel is right—and to her credit, it usually is—Mr. Wilson should have some innate healing powers, right? It's at least enough to actually fix a thorn or, I guess, more likely a cacti spike.
Well… I'm not exactly the most knowledgeable of the Otherside and its oddities, but what if whatever caused Mr. Wilson to end up all the way down here is what hurt him? It could be a case of severe Dimensional Displacement Sickness. Although, that should pass in a few hours. And squatchs are notably immune to DDS for the most part. So… something else. Maybe a cut when crossing the boundary lines? That… can happen. Right? You know what? It's probably above my pay grade. I'm not your magic guy after all; I'm your sleight-of-hand guy. Big difference.
And regardless! I have a plan that should hopefully fix two 'Skaldians with one Squonk. Assuming whatever is pissing Mr. Wilson off falls under the broad category of "magic wound," Mr. Cox's snot should fix it, right? Unfortunately, we only have a jar left of the stuff, and our Squonk seems… empty. I think it's gotten too used to being pampered by Scry, and thus, no more tears. Great! But we aren't a cryptid halfway house, are we? So… well… let's see what happens. Worst case, we lose a Squonk. But they are a dime a dozen, it seems.