Remember Dr. Strange, the groovy Master of Mystic Arts? With his lover, the slave-princess Clea; his mentor the Ancient One; his loyal servant Wong; his archenemies Baron Mordo, Nightmare, and the Dread Dormammu, the Sorcerer Supreme flourished in Marvel Comics during the sixties and seventies, and made a comeback in the nineties. Well, these characters ain't them, folks. THE STRANGELOVE CHRONICLES are a rude, crude, lewd, scabrous, offensive, adolescent and thoroughly lowbrow lampoon (with an emphasis on the 'poon') of the Marvel series. They're also side-splittingly funny. Here's what you'll find in this volume: The nail-biting, edge-of-your-seat, never-before-revealed Secret Origin of how a simple proctologist transcended his cheeky practice to become the Supreme Sorcerer A resurrected monstrosity from ancient Egypt threatens Doc with a crotchful of horror. Will this moldy malignancy conquer the Earth, or can Doc salve the day? A mad chiropractor enslaves Cleavage. Can Doc rescue his love, or will his spine, like Hamlet's time, get out of joint? During a trip to England, a voyeuristic ghost makes things hot for Doc and Cleavage - well, hotter than they can make things themselves. A sinister puzzle-box releases a nasty demon with lots and lots of pins stuck in his head. (Can he be the one you're thinking of? Do copyright laws have no teeth in them?) Cleavage plays Sherlock Holmes when a female vampire stalks her victims. When a comic book character named the Scarlet Harlot materializes, the evil Baron Morbid sets a cunning and well-endowed trap for Doc. A sorcerous drug sends Doc into a world populated by children's cartoon characters - with very unchildlike pastimes . . . CONTAINS COARSE SEXUAL HUMOR. NOT RECOMMENDED FOR CHILDREN