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“Host: For those of you just tuning in, our guests tonight are the amazing Murder Magician, and his lovely minion, The Assistant... Assistant: Charmed, I'm sure Host: Who recently killed The Rumor. And you were awarded the Oppenheimer prize for villainy at last week's annual summit for dastardly deeds-- what are you going to do with all that money? Murder Magician: Well, I'm so glad you asked that-- because I spent all the money on this giant MURDERBOT, and I've been dying to show it off! Assistant: It's true... every penny. Host: Wow! That's impressive! So what does it do? Murder Magician: Well, Mr. Clark... it murders people. Laughter. Murder Magician: I'm serious. Assistant: He is.”

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The Umbrella Academy, Vol. 1: Apocalypse Suite

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Gerard Way
Gerard Way

Born on April 9, 1977, Gerard Way is a renowned musician known for his unique musical style and profound lyrical content. He is the founding member and lead vocalist of the band My Chemical Romance, whose music blends elements of rock, punk, and post-punk. Way's work has gained global popularity. more

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