The Thanatron machine is mine.
As in, it was me who designed all the killing gear for Kevorkian.
Named it after Thanatos, an old time party buddy of mine.
At the time my, ‘Master Plan for World Domination’ was calling for a, ‘Dr Death’.
He answered the add wearing a wonderful blue cardigan, and had that signature sounding name- ‘Kevorkian’. He got the job and we went to work immediately.
Jack and I had big plans to mass-market the equipment. Ran into a few real marketing snags and Kevorkian started nodding off during some of the executions. Then he countered heavily, bingeing on bricks of space-coaster grade cocaine.
In the end he was a fricking mess.
Nobody here in Hell wants him around. He owes most of us a lot of bread and we know it was him that broke into the office last may. If spotted anywhere near Hell the bastard is to be shooed away.