Loup Soup (3)

   
   "Loup Soup (3)"
   
   Jasper dismounted his Ninja 300, took off his protective helmet, and did not yield to the oncoming winter wind, yet hoped for snow to fall politely and for the four winds to be silent; next, after hypnotizing nature, or himself, with vivid imagery, he slowly sauntered through the brisk Nebraska conditions until entering the town's little and only comic shop.  They still were without any copies of old Werewolf By Night; plus, Squirrel Girl was a rare character to be found within the plethora of super-heroes being sold on printed ink within the store.  
   Buster, a tall and handsome blonde; specifically, an Icelandic immigrant without the trace of an accent, for most of those crowned within the Northern European communities are suavely multilingual.  Anyway, Buster was like:  "Hey man.  Just got the original Iceman limited series that got spawned after that wacky Spider-Man Show in the early 80's.  I think he looked liked Freddy Jones from Scooby-Doo--what do you think?"
   Jasper, stoic in response:  "Possibly."
   Buster continued:  "Anyway, digital shit is killing us.  Hell, print media is practically dead--thanks to the old and faithful for still having love and archaic appreciation, right?"
   Jasper changed the subject:  "You like spicy mustard?"
   Buster rubbed the dirty-blonde stubble on his chin; next, offered:  "It's good on sardines."
   Jasper nodded; then, noticed a unique snowflake fall outside.  Soon, more were to arrive.