Oh yeah? You're the one who's a prat, Charles! Those bloody stupid ads you used to do about skinny chaps getting sand kicked in their faces, and then working out in secret to your body-building courses in order to seek revenge, were so totally puerile and unreal that they were frankly...embarrassing. The art was terrible, and the storyline even worse. You're a has-been, Mr Charles Atlas. You are barely even noteworthy of inclusion in a comprehensive listing of minor celebrity arseholes of the 20th Century. I sneer in your general direction with lugubrious disdain and a mounting sense of ennui.

This has been a lovely thread, and I thank all those who appreciate true creativity when they hear it.