Maken-ki #04 — The Pants-Killer

October 25th, 2011

 

…I don’t understand how the powers work in this show.

Just FYI, Thursday shows will be a little delayed. My compromise of doing problem sets the day they’re assigned and then skipping the lecture covering the latter half of them doesn’t work so well when there’s a prelim.

Impressions:

And in this particular brand of stupidity, after spending half of last week’s episode with him naked (not to mention living with him), Himegami decides to drag Takeru out on a date in order to… get him out of his shirt in public and have a look at his chest for the magical symbol of magicness. Did they accidentally mix up the order of the episodes here? Of course, it only appears when he gets a stiffy, so it’s not until locking lips with her while she’s soaking wet that his true powers can be unleashed and he can blow the pants off some guy. Seriously. He grabs the guy’s blade, crushes it, and the guy is suddenly thrown backwards without his pants. I am not kidding here. His shirt? Unscathed. His shoes? Unscathed. His pants? Completely obliterated. How? Why? And in a show populated by women with the camera permanently shoved up their Lady Gagas, how in the blazes is this incredibly specific trouser-blasting power first used on a man?

So many questions. So few answers.

Preview:

Oh no! Glowing things and speedlines!

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8 Shouts From the Peanut Gallery

  • jingoi says:

    Please no, don’t ever call them L**y G**a’s ever again. I still think G**a is a guy.

  • Nan says:

    bran of stupidity

    That fits amazingly well for this series. It’s like raisin bran, but in this case far more bowel cleansing.

  • Adam says:

    The girls aren’t wearing pants. Duh…

  • ark noir says:

    I’m still trying to get my head around the fact in episode 1 that Haruka hadn’t seen Takeru in years and let’s herself into his house nevermind those WMD’s these lasses are carrying in their chests.

  • MR.KLAC says:

    oh boy ketchup “death” written & flip the birds oh boy yea don’t mess with maid cafe.