A Blatant Misuse of Company Time and Material

I, like most, get bored at work. Startlingly so, in fact. Idle hands, as they say, are the Devil's playthings, and I guess the Devil wants to retroactively erase marriages and also make me draw little cartoons, because when I'm bored, I doodle. Problem is, I only have access to the humblest of all papers while I'm only the clock; the lowly Post-It note.

I have made the Post-It my bitch.

Here is Thanos, wrecking shop with his magical glove of plot contrivance.

And King Shark, who wears stupid little legwarmers because he really liked Xanadu.

I honestly can't remember if Wildcat even has a tail. If he doesn't, he's less adorable than I thought.

On a related note, the other day I had to go to the Secret Question form to remind me of a lost password. The question was "what is Green Lantern's weakness?" and after plugging in "yellow," "the color yellow" and "blondes," it turned out I'd written "booze."

Remember when he built C-3PO? Good times.