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(From "Black Cat" number 3, 1947.)
Chocking chemical fumes, and yet no sign of a gas mask or safety goggles. This guy is just asking for trouble.
“John, the Mayor and Father Goodale are over for dinner. Put your crazy germ warfare expirements down and come upstairs.”
I’m getting serious Dexter/Breaking bad vibe from John here. His odd experiments might be the reason priests keep disappearing in his town.
Also, one tiny short from that lamp and John-Boy is toast.
“At last! The perfect martini!”
“…the cellar of DEATH!!
Sue Storm’s first husband. She’s attracted to brainy guys.
“Sue, honey, bring the kids and Rags and Fluffy down with you.”