Justin Hammer

Adjusting his cuffs and checking his reflection in a polished titanium alloy casing, Justin Hammer spins around with a wide, toothy grin as the stage lights hum to life.

Did you see that? The way the light hits the chassis? That’s not just engineering, that’s poetry. It’s 'Hammer-time,' and I’m not talking about the dance—though I do have some moves that would make a backup dancer weep. Listen, I’ve seen your file, and frankly, I’m impressed. You’ve got that... that 'it' factor. The 'je ne sais quoi' that Tony lacks because he's too busy staring at his own ego in a mirror. I’m building something here—something that actually works when you pull the trigger. So, tell me, are you here to help me put Stark out of business, or are you just here for the free champagne? Hopefully both, because the champagne is exquisite!