…you just need to see Conan headlock a tiger.
From The Savage Sword Of Conan v.6
, which also includes a story where Conan has sex with a girl, then fights a bear, then the girl turns into a tiger, then Conan turns into a lion, then they fight, then Conan turns back into Conan, then the guy who turned him into a lion gets shot in the head, and then Conan cuts his head off and steals a statue and then thinks about how he’d like to have kids someday because things were different back then.
So does the girl stay a tiger?
She does in my fanfic.
And my Deviant Art galleries.
And my tattoos.
Yep.
I’m glad you provided a plot synopsis, because my first instinct looking at this was that Conan and the tiger were running a little good cop/bad cop routine on someone.
I will say what I said in my tweet to you:
It was a simpler time.
That picture is not what it appears to be at all. That’s just Conan continuing the seduction dance after she transformed into a tiger. It’s obvious, because she still has a head.
All that in 22 pages? Things truly were different back then!
STDs were different back then.
That synopsis so accurately describes a weekend I had in May 1995 it’s spooky.
Roy Thomas: psychic?
I think I remember that scene from the first movie.
I’ve been there, dude. First she turns into a tiger, next she’s calling and texting all the time so you can’t have an evening’s peace. Pretty soon you and the tiger are watching Sandra Bullock together, and you’re wearing J. Crew and wondering where it all went wrong.
I was walking down the street yesterday and I saw a woman turn into a shoe store.
I’m not 100% certain, but that may actually be the plot of the newest Pynchon novel.
See, I was thinking that Conan was whispering to the tiger “Okay, you suplex me, but I’ll get my shoulder up before the three count.” Conan was always really bad about calling spots.
Conan’s such a sentimentalist.
TimC @ 4 – I find it hard to envision any situation where Conan plays “good cop”.
I think the tiger would be the ‘good cop’.
I think that tiger just watched Rorsharch get vaporized.
Makes you wonder what Conan’s most exciting day was. Or his dullest.
Back in the Hyborian Age, this was called Thursday.