Blastosaurus #7
It's hard to go unnoticed when you stick out like a green thumb, but our saurian leading man is still insisting he keeps his existence a secret. That would probably be easier if every mutant and monster in town didn't seem to track him down, or if Richard and Tabitha would stop getting into trouble with potential supervillains, or (and this one really counts) if he didn't keep getting photographed every time he left the laundromat. Our hero's privacy comes crashing down as a blob with all the information of the internet, but no nuance or context, wreaks havoc on Freak Out City!
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