Syndrome
It’s always impressive when the many varieties and permutations of American ‘Baguousness produces a cartoon character lookalike.
Yup, muscle choad here is the douche version of Syndrome from The Incredibles. Same whipped up cheesecloth hair, black and white superhero outfit, and assorted ‘bag hand gestures. The only thing missing is the red hair. But I can fix that. By setting his hair on fire.
The ladies seem to love the leopard prints these days. Nia Long Hottie is a drink of spied up paprika sexiness that I would give my full attention to for at least a solid 42 seconds. Then I would make excuses about how tired and stressed I was while she gave me vague reassurances that it happens all the time.
Wait, that fantasy wasn’t so good.
I blame Syndrome’s beady gaze. It’s hard to concentrate.
