Boss Hogg puts on his pants one leg at a time, and he has the disadvantage of having to zip his pants and buckle his belt over that wobbly, overfed paunch.

I heard someone once say that some folks have this vision of Satan as big and muscular, carrying a pitchfork, and with a spear for a tail. Nothing you would want to mess with. But it you refuse to let His Sulfurous Evilness impress you, don't buy the idea that he's that all-powerful, decide not to go along with his plan, then track him relentlessly to his lair and shine a bright light on him, you'll find that he's nothing but a mangy, flea-bitten little rat cowering in the corner.

Don Firth