Herein lies my review for X3 - the Last Stand, the final chapter in the mutant trilogy. The problem is I don't really want to write it.
I shall elaborate.
I am a big fan. I have been since I first started buying comics, probably when I was about 12. I have bought the t-shirt and read the book, as the saying goes, although in this situation it is more a case of having bought the t-shirt, read a thousand books, met the artists, met the writers, met the frigging tea boy, seen the TV show, bought the limited-edition never-to-be-seen-again anywhere, got the tattoo (yes, really) and so on to the point of a satisfied bankruptcy.
How, then, can I write an unbiased review of something I care about so much? Simple, I can't. For every sentence you're reading, I've deleted about eight, and from this you should be able to ascertain two things: There are frustration teeth marks in my keyboard now, and that I have tried my hardest to give you an honest review.
So, on with the review, complete with mild spoilers.
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Most web animation creators refuse to go anywhere without a huge entourage of hangers-on and stylists (Skoo always brings his personal back-waxer ) but Peabo arrives on his own and immediately orders a huge plate of scampi and eggs.
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