Lincoln reads some comics

>Lincoln threw the comic book across the living room.
>Stupid, stupid, stupid!
>Ace Savvy would NEVER resort to using his electron disassembler cannon against someone like The White Rook. Never!
>And they treated the King of Games as yet another plot coupon instead of the eldritch evil he was under Liang.
>Stupid Ehrman with his stupid writing.
>And the hiatus was back too!
>"Lincoln, what's the matter?"
>Lynn Sr. stood before the fuming Lincoln with the comic book caught in his hairline.
>"Ehrman's a hack! Tobiasson wasted his efforts drawing this comic! Rrrrgh!"
>Lynn sat down next to Lincoln, putting his arm around him.
>"Lincoln, it's not that big a deal."
>"Says you! You didn't have to wait six months for THIS."
>"Watch your tone, young man."
>Lincoln shrunk back a little.
>"Sorry."
>Lynn took the comic book out of his hair.
>"Did I ever tell you I used to read comics? This was back when they were fifty cents an issue and Paul's pharmacy had buy-two-get-one-free deals".
>Lincoln knew his dad was a weirdo and an old man who was past his prime, but never had he pegged him for reading comics.
>"My favorite was never Ace Savvy, but I always read stuff from Unusual Stories. And they had this ongoing comic called... uh... 'Kricfar, the Outlander'."
>"Kricfar the what?"
>"Don't worry about it. The creator got arrested for smuggling fifteen pounds of drugs into canada and died in jail a few years ago."
>Lincoln was taken aback.
>"But when he got arrested and they brought on a new writer, I was so mad because those storiess were so bad that pop-pop threw me out the house and made me play outside."
>"And what's the moral to this story, Dad?"
>Lynn smiled.
>"There isn't one, champ. I just need you to go play outside instead of sitting inside all day."
>Lincoln groaned.
>"Alright, dad."
>Lincoln got up and headed outside.
>"And can you please take out the trash too? It's starting to smell."