It was a fill-in-type story in a book that resisted using fill-in stories to placate the primadonna writer/artist, dispite the books' shit-sorry publication schedule. Fuck da hypocrites. The multiple artists took me out of the story and was jarring to keep track WTF was going on. Superboy in the hottub? Didn't make jack-all sense. Wank, wank, wank.
