Comic-Con || By: || July 24, 2009 04:00 PM EST

Meet the Saddest Costumed Man at Comic-Con

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Picture it: Seth and I are outside the San Diego Convention Center. It's sunny, it's hot. All around us, men in Dharma Initiative jumpsuits and women dressed as sexy Klingons stop to pose for pictures. Meanwhile, an eight-foot-tall paper bag in a Hawaiian shirt stands alone.

While waiting to cross the street, Seth and I stare and try to figure out what, exactly, Paper Bag is supposed to be. Meanwhile, PB notices our interest. He half-turns to us and ever so slightly nods. No more communication is attempted, and PB (practically hidden behind a large standup emblazoned with maps and subway times) stands by himself, unaccosted, unloved.

"No, but seriously, what is that?" I ask again.

After an interminable staring contest, a woman runs up, frantic. "That's Fandango!" she says, pressing buttons for the website into our hands.

Fandango nods.

"Fandango?" cries a douchey guy who rolls up on his Segway, sneering. "Hey Fandango! Fandango my nango!"

Fandango turns as the man gets up in his face, taking a digital picture. "I'm gonna sell this to TMZ!" the man announces, apropos of nothing, before wheeling away.

Left alone again, Fandango nods. It's all he knows how to do.



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