I'd be like Tom Selleck with a basket of bath oils and scented candles. But I guess the only tail I could get there would be girl frogs in crappy jumpsuits almost as ugly as them. Hold on, brother. I didn't notice the belt and napkin. He is one damn fine dressed toad motherfucker.
Doom now realizes the true meaning of friendship.
The bond one can create with head wounds and laser blasts can never be broken.