Emil Blonsky. The Abomination. Lived in the Christmas Train set because he was a mostly green grinchy guy that stood out on a snowy track. This dude has only two toes per foot, despite hands with five digits.
Mostly a Hulk villain. Gamma powered spy guy.
Side note, found a few bits of terrain in the container that I did in the early 2000s, held paint and shape pretty well for being shoved in a storage closet for the better part of 20 years.
So, here’s my To Hell with the Thief playlist. Please feel free to add more!
Je Ne T’aime Plus – Manu Chao Splendid Isolation – The Bevis Frond Crumbling Castle – King Gizzard I Wanna Destroy You – The Soft Boys Superbug – King Gizzard Piggies – The Beatles Parasite – Nick Drake Runnin’ Out of Fools – Aretha Franklin Mystery Achievement – The Pretenders Folly – Camper Van Beethoven Easily Charmed By Fools – The Claypool Lennon Delirium Achilles’ Last Stand – Led Zeppelin I’m So Tired – The Beatles Choosing to Fly – The Sadies Dear Mr. Fantasy – Traffic Celebration Day – Led Zeppelin This Man He Weeps Tonight – Kinks I’ll Feel A Whole Lot Better – The Byrds Scream Like A Baby – David Bowie Mentira – Manu Chao Joe Stalin’s Cadillac – Camper Van Beethoven Release Yourself – The Bevis Frond You and Oblivion – Robyn Hitchcock Here Comes President Kill Again – XTC Stop Your Sobbing – Kinks/The Pretenders Minimum Brain Size – King Gizzard Flying – The Beatles Anus of Uranus – Klaatu Glad – Traffic Self-Immolate – King Gizzard Maga Dog – Peter Tosh Where You Gonna Run – Peter Tosh Old Pervert – The Soft Boys Set The Controls For The Heart Of The Sun – Pink Floyd Desaparecido – Manu Chao Nobody’s Fault But Mine – Led Zeppelin One Way Ticket – The Nerves He’s A Reptile – The Soft Boys March of the Meanies – George Martin Never Again – The Sadies I Can’t Explain – The Who Goodbye to You – Scandal Witch Hunt – Rush Brainwashed – Kinks The Enemy Within – Rush Hello, Goodbye – The Beatles Epitaph – King Crimson Then You’re Dust – Robyn Hitchcock Dancing In The Street – Martha and the Vandellas
“In a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit. Not a nasty, dirty, wet hole, filled with the ends of worms and an oozy smell, nor yet a dry, bare, sandy hole with nothing in it to sit down on or to eat: it was a hobbit-hole, and that means comfort.”