All panels from Doctor Strange, Sorcerer Supreme Annual #4 (1994), script by David Quinn, pencils and inks by Kyle Hotz, colors by Heroic Age, letters by Janice Chiang
Whoo mama! Check out those washboard abs! Let me count here...two...four...six...looks like Doc's sportin' a eight-pack here, which may not be entirely necessary for a guy whose schtick is to sit around and gesture meaningfully at things to kick off his adventures. I think that in addition to honing his craft with the Eye of Agamotto and the Book of the Vishanti and the Marbles of Fantubula and the Disappearing Dove Trick of Doug Henning, Doc has been honing his bod quite a bit on the machines at "Physique," that hot new gym on 11th Street, where all the Greenwich Village gals enjoy eyeing the mustachioed hunk working out on the weight machine while listening to ELO on his iPod and reading the Necronomicon or the latest by Dan Brown. Yes, even when he's riddled by mystic bullets (and I think we all know how painful that can be!), Doc's chiseled abs retain their attractive definition and musculature. If you're wondering why, unlike The Thing, he never takes his shirt off while he's fighting...it's just because he doesn't want to have an unfair advantage.
How strong are Stephen Strange's mystic abs? So strong that they can actually heal themselves to avoid being seen as anything other than rock-hard rippling muscle. Take that, Wolverine's healing factor!
Yes, it's true: with his manly-man chest and steel-solid stomach, Doc is a breath of testosterone-infused fresh air in a comics genre that is usually lovingly focused on female anatomy cheesecake-style...I'm lookin' at you, Gotham City Sirens! And don't think I forgot you, cover of Marvel Divas!
But, whatever else you do in training yourself to be a full-fledged master magician...don't forget to use the one tool most needed by a true practicer of perilous prestidigitation...The Abdomenizer.