My rating: 4 of 5 stars
The world of bizarre food superpowers and chickenless Prohibition expands in this second volume, which makes up for the absence of ninja skills with the reintroduction of an old face… half of it, anyway. (Although the other half is the Terminator, which I am totally cool with.)
Oh, and the newly amped-up USDA. I’d like to take a moment and brag on how I saw that coming.
The sense of humor continues to be the half snarky, half ridiculous, frequently gross business I’ve realized is a reasonable expectation for this series, and as a fan of gore with an iron stomach (ha ha, I don’t eat meat anyway! Although I routinely encourage my friends to try the weirdest possible stuff) I am all for it.
This team—not knowing how the creative input’s divided here—has a great sense of fulfilling wishes that readers (aka me) didn’t even know they had. Chow Chu is a jerk, and watching him get punched in the face is solid.
Also, POYO. Chickens are serious business.
If the first one wasn’t your cup of tea, this won’t be either, although the style has evolved slightly. I think the lines were looser (in a good sense) here than the first one, although it may just be a side effect of the brighter colors for the tropical setting.