Welcome back to the home of the oxymoron. Evil genius. He asked the newspaper to print his obituary early so he'd enjoy it. That's like hiding at your own funeral. Yeah, it's a big, great gig. I'm Russell Kane. Join me to weigh in on whether the biggest players in history are more evil or genius. Becoming that rich, I'd say that at some level of genius. It also helps that it's a long time ago, right?

It's like the podcast version of telling your kids the ice cream van plays music when it's out of ice cream.

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A ship moves through space.

There's a crew of seven including an android, Ash.

The crew are waking from their pods after a long sleep.

On the way home through space, they're directed by the ship's computer mother

to check out a dark, inhospitable planet.

A party goes in search of life,

only to find an alien life form

which attaches itself to the face of one of the party, Kane.

He's taken back on board,

and inside him an alien incubates,

which finally burst through Kane's chest in a horrific fashion.

Anyway, where are we?

We're on our way home.

Yeah, back to the old fraserinos.

Oh, I've got to have something to eat before we go back.

I need some of the money.

What's the matter?

The food ain't that, baby?

The rest, as they say, is cinematic history.

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