Basically, who we are on the inside is different than who we are on the outside.

But what if putting on a mass could actually reveal what was underneath it?

Underneath the mess?

You mean your face?

I I don't even know how to start to answer that.

Use your mouth.

It's on your face.

Well, well.

Whizzes trying to figure out how masks work come, and let's talk about one mask in particular, the mask.

Its origins are shrouded in mystery.

Some say it was used as part of an African tribal ritual.

Others say it was created by Loki, the Norse god of mischief.

Who knows?

And who cares?

It wound up in the hands of Stanley a pistol.

The slum Biest, dorky is loser this side of Deadpool.

Generate degenerates have failings.

Tell you now curious Stanley Dawn, the mask and was transformed from an everyman to a Superman, okay, and now is a big green cartoon character.

The media dubbed Big Head, but you can just call him the Mask.

With his newfound powers.

Stanley would take on the mob getting the girl and live happily ever after, right?

Don't let the family movie fool you.

Sorry movies.

I always forget that 2nd 1 Don't blame you.

There's eight.

Your silly steamboat Willie shenanigans it ready for some good old vision.

Hard core violence.

See, the mask itself is alive, and it desires nothing more than absolute carnage by tapping into its wares.

Repressed in it can turn a nebbish nobody like Stanley into a rampaging serial killer, complete with Bugs Bunny powers.

Horrifying meta Fictional scientists like myself have long speculated about a unifying theory that could explain the source of the mass powers, among many others.

Drugs?

What?

No, it's a phenomenon known as Go gayed Ah, phenomenon known as PCP.

Come on, Where's dude?

Totally high on something Fine, Whatever.