Long Story; Short Pier.

God, hes left as on aur oun.

Dungeon course.

Cooling.

Leatherface.

Sun Wukong.

Prison Money Diaries.

Why do you rob banks, Willie?

I mean, what happens when he loses clients and can’t really network within the comic book community because he’s suing them for two and a half million dollars?

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Utena.

Mannequins.

Mira Bellwether.

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  • A gifted mimic, he nonetheless eschew[ed] regional accents for comic effect
  • Filled from crown to toe-top full of direst cruelty
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