Like all criminal masterminds, Herr Warring is surrounded by fools. Being the smartest asshole in the room strokes a genius’s brain-phallus. Me, I like people who are my equal. But, I’m not trying to be a great man.  Masterminds blabber on forever if they think you’re smart.  Keep him talking.

Tags: mini saga, noir, pulp

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