I enter the supervillain’s kitchen. Stood nose to the floor is a 1950 A-bomb.
Oppenheimer raises a fist. “Nuke, I am your father!”
It beeps the Imperial March. “Do do do do-de do, do-de do!”
It pours coffee.
“If you have a theme,” he says, “you must own it.”
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