Thursday, June 21, 2007

The Boots of Evil Were Made for Walking

I am mighty! I have a glow you cannot see. I have a heart as big as the moon, as warm as bathwater. We are superheroes, men. We don't have time to be charming. The boots of evil were made for walking. We're watching the big picture, friend. We know the score. We are a public service, not glamour boys. Not captains of industry. Not makers of things. Keep your vulgar moneys, we are a justice sandwich, no toppings necessary. Living rooms of America, DO YOU CATCH MY DRIFT? Do you... dig?

Source: The Tick. Only the one and only roaring lion of two-fisted cool would ramble on with a monologue like this. And for once, I found it on YouTube!

Listen to the man. He's like 8 feet tall.

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