I think I think, therefore, I think I think I am, I think.
And of course Edmond Bancroft from "Horrors of the Black Museum" (1959). There's just something about a true-crime author who is sufficiently industrious (and psychopathic) to go out and drum up business on his own, so to speak. My favorite scene? When the antique-store lady tries to blackmail him, while he's standing there with a very large, sharp pair of ice tongs. You just knew how that was going to end- with the antique lady earning a Darwin Award. "Congratulations, Ma'am, you have just proven yourself Too Stupid To Live."Requiscat im pace, sir.cheerseon
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