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2. Please enjoy the offical powerpoint presentation of this paper at an academic conference by the original author, complete with Q&A:

The last question

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Red Hood (Jason Todd): [spray painting something off-screen] Why do villains always need to hit me in the fucking face?

Nightwing (Dick Grayson): Take it as a compliment, you have a very punchable face.

Jason: Like I can understand breaking my helmet, it’s the first fucking thing you see on my costume, but seriously, my mask? You have to fucking work for that shit.

Dick: Yeah, bud, sorry, I have very little sympathy for the guy who wears a domino mask under a face-covering helmet.

Jason: Hey, fuck you, it’s intimidating.

Dick: You’re right, just thinking about of condensation under that bitch is just terrifying.

Jason: [points can at him] You motherfucker.

Dick: [points at mask] You missed a spot.

Jason: What? Aw, son of a bitch. [continues painting mask]

Tim Drake: [knocking on fence] Hey guys. What are you, uh, what are you working on?

Jason: I was fighting King Shark and he damaged my mask.

Tim: How the fuck did he damage your mask? Aren’t you wearing a face-covering helmet?

Dick: [faux-sincerely] Oh, he took that off to be intimidating.

Jason: [sputters] It was intimidating!

Tim: Yeah, so intimidating that he smacked you in the fucking face.

Dick laughs and they high-five.

Jason: Great. Now the fucking - two of you. What do you want, Tim?

Tim: Oh, uh, yeah it’s just - I’m - I’m going on this thing tonight with a uh, a friend - of mine, and uh well. Well, I think there’s something that I need to tell you.

Jason: You’re bi.

Dick: You’re bi. [to Jason] You missed a spot right there.

Jason: Oh, son of a -

Tim: I’m sorry, what?

Jason: Hm?

Tim: I haven’t talked to - anybody, I barely even knew that - How the fuck did you know?

Dick: [sincerely] Tim, we’re your brothers. We know you better than anybody. And on top of that, we love you.

Tim: Oh, th-thank you, Dick, that - that really means a lot to hear-

Jason: Yeah, and you’re also fucking terrible at hiding it.

Dick: Yeah, also that. M-mostly that, actually.

Tim: Okay, wow. First of all, I was not hiding it, I was discovering myself, and second of all, no I fucking was not!

Jason: Yeah, you were.

Tim: No, I wasn’t!

Dick: Yeah, sorry bud, you kinda were.

Tim: No, I was not!

Jason: Do you really wanna fucking go there, bud?

Tim: Go where?

Dick: Look, we might be the sons of the Greatest Detective in the World-

Jason: Self proclaimed as he is.

Dick: -but we could give you evidence that even Plastic Man would be able to find.

Tim: Okay, well I’m the greatest detective here and I would like to see you two fucking try.

Jason: You sure about that?

Tim: I am.

Dick: Save you a lot of embarrassment if you just trusted us here.

Tim: There is absolutely no evidence that either of you could have known until this exact second when I told you-

Dick: Conner!

Tim: What are you doing?

Jason: Don’t say we didn’t warn you.

Tim: Okay, I take it back, just don’t-

Conner: Hey, Dick, what’s up?

Tim: [swallows hard]

Jason: Hey, Conner, I need to wash the Batmobile, you wanna help out?

Conner: Oh yeah, sure, no problem.

Jason: Oh, and the Batmobile is pretty dirty, you’re probably gonna get soaking wet, I’d lose the shirt.

Tim: Sorry, lose the what?

Conner: Oh, yeah, you’re right, that’s a good point, hold up. [starts removing shirt]

Tim: Okay, I get it, I get your point okay? Cut it out.

Jason: Told you so. Dick?

Dick: Oh, you know what, Conner? I’m going to take it out tonight, never mind, you’re good.

Conner: [stops removing shirt] Oh, okay. Yeah, sounds good. See you later, guys, Tim [winks].

Tim: [giggles and waves] Bye. Fucking hate you both.

Jason: Hey, don’t hate us. We warned you.

Dick: Okay, okay. In all seriousness, what’s his name?

Tim: Bernard.

Dick: Is he nice?

Tim: Oh, absolutely! And he’s just fucking hilarious and he gets me and he’s got this beautiful blond hair.

Dick: Well, we’re happy for you, buddy.

Tim: Thanks. Thanks, Dick.

Damian Wayne: So seeing as I just saw Superboy running by with his shirt half off, am I safe in assuming that Tim finally came out?

Tim: For fuck’s sake! Did anybody not know?

Damian: [smacks lips] No. Why’s your mask busted?

Jason: It’s a long story.

Damian: You took your helmet off for dramatic effect again, didn’t you.

Jason: It’s intimidating!

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“Christopher Lee is a 6'5" tall world champion fencer, speaks six languages, does all of his own stunts, has participated in more on-screen sword fights than any actor in history, served for five years defending democracy from global fascism as a British Commando blowing the shit out of Nazi asses in World War II, and became the oldest person to ever record lead vocals on a heavy metal track when, at the age of 88, he wrote, performed on, and released a progressive symphonic power metal EP about the life of Charlemagne (because why the fuck not?). 

The most prolific actor in motion picture history, Christopher Lee was born somewhere in England in 1922. His mother was an Italian Countess who was actually descended from the line of Charlemagne, and she was so important that she was allowed to wear the royal seal of Frederich Barbarossa and so MILF-y she had her portrait painted by something like a half-dozen famous Italian artists. One of Lee’s ancestors on that side was the Papal Secretary of State who refused to attend the coronation of Napoleon and is buried in the Pantheon in Rome next to Raphael (the painter not the ninja turtle), which seems like kind of a big deal. Lee’s father, meanwhile, was a distant relative of Robert E. Lee and was multi-decorated war hero who’d served as a Colonel in the 60th King’s Royal Rifle Corps during World War I and the Boer War. Growing up, Lee studied Classics at Wellington College, where he was also a champion squash player, a ridiculously-badass fencer, and spent his spare time playing on the school hockey and rugby.

Shit got real in 1939 when Christopher Lee quit his day job, caught a boat to Finland, and decided to enlist in the Finnish Army to help them fight off the Soviet invasion of Finland. Lee got geared up to kick some commie asses up and down the frozen wastes of mid-Winter Finland, but didn’t see much action, returning home in 1940 to deal with a much bigger and more England-centric problem: Nazis. Christopher Lee enlisted in the Royal Air Force in 1940, where he worked as an intelligence officer specializing in cracking German ciphers and skulls and any other Nazi bullshit he came in contact with. In North Africa he was attached to the Long Range Desert Patrol, the forerunner of the SAS, where he would jump in a badass fucking four-wheel-drive jeep with a gigantic machine gun mounted in the back, drive hundreds of miles behind enemy lines, survive the scorching heat of the Sahara Desert, then sneak-attack Luftwaffe airfields by rolling up on them at sixty miles an hour with his .50-caliber machine guns blazing out curtains of white-hot Nazi-smiting justice, planting dynamite on their airplanes, then peeling ass out of there leaving nothing but bullet-riddled corpses and gigantic explosions in his wake. After working with the LRDP, Lee was assigned to the Special Operations Executive – better known as Winston Churchill’s Ministry of Ungentlemanly Warfare – a group that did shit like lead a twelve-man assault that destroyed the German top secret nuclear weapons development facility in Norway and assist brave Eastern European partisans and rebels sabotage Nazi supply lines to prevent them from bringing reinforcements up to fight the Soviets. His service records are sealed and Lee doesn’t talk much about his service (when pressed on the subject, he reportedly asks his interviewer, “Can you keep a secret?”. When they excitedly say yes, he leans in close and says, “So can I.”), but we do know that by the time he retired as a Flight Lieutenant in 1945 he’d been personally decorated for battlefield bravery by the Czech, Yugoslavian, English, and Polish governments and was good friends with Josip Broz Tito, so draw your own conclusions.

In addition to his iconic, definitive role as Dracula, Christopher Lee has also portrayed some of the most memorable villains of all time. Sure, everyone knows him as Sauroman the White from Lord of the Hobbits: Return to Fellowship Towers and Darth Tyranus from those otherwise-terrible Star Wars prequels…  he played the ultimate Bond Villain in The Man with The Golden Gun – a role he got thanks in no small part to the fact that Bond creator Ian Fleming was not only Lee’s cousin, but the two men had fought together in the SOE during WWII. So Lee was basically part of the team that inspired James Bond, then he went on to play a fucking Bond Villain

I won’t get too much into it, but Christopher Lee has basically been in every movie ever, from billion-dollar Academy Award winners to the sort of shit that Elvira pimps on Channel 875 at four in the morning on a Tuesday. He’s almost always the villain, and as such has probably died on camera more times than anyone ever. He’s been Fu Manchu five times. He was the definitive Count de Rochefort in a couple Three Musketeers movies. He’s been The Mummy, Frankenstein’s Monster, Willy Wonka’s Dad, the Emperor of China, the Grim Reaper, Lucifer, Grigory Rasputin, Charles Marlow, Ramses, Tiresias the Blind Prophet of Thebes, Vlad the Impaler, one role where he’s simply credited as “Ship’s Vampire”, and another where he’s “Resurrection Joe.” He’s hosted SNL and been in Police Academy, the Last Unicorn, Charlie’s Angels, Season of the Witch, Gremlins II, a Polish Tales from the Crypt-style TV series and a softcore porn based on the works of Marquis de Sade, but he was also in Lord of the Rings, Shaka Zulu, A Tale of Two Cities, The Wicker Man, Moby-Dick and the Hamlet with Lawrence Olivier. He’s worked with Peter Cushing, Jimmy Stewart, Charlton Heston, Errol Flynn, Patrick Stewart, Stephen Spielberg, Orson Welles, Vincent Price, Christopher Walken, Sam Eliot, Jeff Bridges and Jayne Mansfield, but also Nicholas Cage, Heather Graham, Sacha Baron Cohen, Tom Arnold, Casper Van Dien and Armand Assante, and he once appeared in a movie called “Howling II: Werewolf Bitch” with the dude from Space Mutiny.

He’s the only person to play both Sherlock and Mycroft Holmes (he was also Sir Henry Baskerville). His characters have executed both Charles the First of England and Louis the Sixteenth of France (and, as a badass side note, Lee is so into the idea of public executions that in real life he can recite every official executioner in England since the 15th century). He’s portrayed Englishmen, Egyptians, Spaniards, Transylvanians, Frenchmen, Greeks, Poles, Chinese, Indians, Italians, Wallachians, Romans, Germans, Arabs, Gypsies, and Russians, played the lead role in the biography of Mohammad Ali Jinnah, the founder of Pakistan, speaks English, German, Russian, Swedish, Italian, and French, can do any English accent he wants, and sings everything from opera and death metal in a hardcore bass voice. IMDB credits him with 274 acting roles, Guiness says he’s appeared in more films than anyone ever, and the Oracle of Bacon lists him as the Center of the Hollywood Universe because anyone in history links to him in 2.59 steps (he links to Bacon in 1). If that’s not enough, Lee’s movies have grossed more than any actor ever – his top five alone grossed $4.4B (number two is Harrison ford with $3B) and that doesn’t even include the new Hobbit stuff

Lee also belongs to three stuntman unions, does all of his own stunts, once busted his face smashing head-first through an actual plate glass window for a scene, injured himself falling into an open grave while portraying Dracula, and once had his hand slashed open during a drunken sword fight with Errol Flynn.

Oh, and while we’re on the subject of swordfights, Lee has appeared in more on-screen sword duels than any other actor ever. A masterful fencer, he’s been in everything from cutlass fights on the decks of waterlogged pirate ships to rapier duels in seventeenth-century France to taking on a couple guys one-third of his age with a lightsabers and a fistful of force lightning on the deck of whatever the fuck they called Imperial Star Destroyers in the prequel movies.

A classically trained singer, Christopher Lee also released a heavy metal hardcore symphonic power metal concept album about Charlemagne when he was 88 years old. He’s played with Rhapsody and Manowar, and on his 90th birthday he released a metal single called “Let Legend Mark Me as the King” with music written by some of the guys from Judas Priest.

The only thing I can add to this incredibly exhaustive resume is that not only has Christopher Lee let the life of a genuine badass, and met a few historical figures (he shooked the hand of count Yusupov as a child, the Russian aristocrat who assassinated Rasputin, which Lee would later play in The Mad Monk), he was a gentleman, funny and caring, with a strong moral compass.

One of the reasons he accepted to play Dracula for so long, in spite of his growing frustration with being typecasted to the role, is because he considered the Hammer crew as a family and did not want to put their jobs in jeopardy.

His friendship with Peter Cushing started with their mutual love for Looney Tunes and other nerdy topics.

Christopher Lee was a living legend and the world feels very dull without him in it.