Ah, the holidays are here. Kids are running in excitement. Colorful lights are in the air. The world has become a mosaic of candy canes, eggnog, Santa Claus and his reindeer, holiday carols, gifts, mushroom clouds, menorahs—
There’s nothing wrong with making a profit, but if you destroy people’s homes and lives while doing so, it’s a fair bet that Oliver Queen is going to have a problem with that.
For most of us, the only frightening things we’re likely to find in the basement are our father’s fluorescent parachute pants and maybe a mouse or squirrel who has met an untimely demise.
