I met Stan Lee when I first went to work for Marvel. He was a little boy. He was about 13 years old. He’s about five years younger than me. I couldn’t do anything about Stan Lee because he was the publisher’s cousin. He ran back and forth around New York doing things that he was told to do. He would slam doors and come up to you and look over your shoulder and annoy you in a lot of ways. You know, he was the kind of kid that liked to fool around–open and close doors on you. In fact, once I told Joe to throw him out of the room. Stan Lee was a pest. He liked to irk people and it was one thing I couldn’t take. He hasn’t changed a bit. —Jack Kirby
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