Lambert Muir had open heart surgeries a few days after he was born, meaning he lost a big part of his childhood to hospitals, anaestetic drugs, and a body too weak to support his already swelling head. In time, his body caught up, but the damage was done: Lambert Muir had let his imagination grow. Now, his imagination has become a disordonate jungle echoing with stories, puns, and all matter of thoughts on life, love, and Superman. When he isn't listening to the echoes, Lambert likes to waste his time enjoying comics, TV and movies, good booze, and discussions on the interconnectivity of all life in this awesome, ongoing explosion of everything we call the universe.
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