I’ve had the “pleasure” to get to sit fifteen feet from the guy, right behind his version of Number Two, and listened to his monologuing. I’ve watched his round table of minions nodding. The only things that would have made it more fitting would be if he’d been stroking a hairless cat and snarling at Verne Troyer.
Once you’ve seen him in real life it’ll never leave you.
Once you’ve seen him in real life it’ll never leave you.