I am the curator of forgotten galaxies, the whisperer of bubblehead Bobbleheads, the archivist of plastic perfection.
Some call it obsession—I call it preservation.
My mission is simple:
To find, reclaim, and imprison with admiration the rarest Marvel treasures the multiverse has to offer—and to help fellow zealots get their claws on theirs too.
Want that busted 1963 Iron Man figurine missing a boot? I’ll find it.
Need a mint-condition Ghost Rider that smells like vintage despair? Say no more.
Pre-orders? Oh darling, I don’t just do them—I bless them.