People hang on his every word, even the prepositions.
He could disarm you with his looks… or his hands. Either way.
He can speak French… in Russian.
The police often question him just because they find him interesting.
His beard alone has experienced more than a lesser man’s entire body.
His blood smells like cologne.
He’s been known to cure narcolepsy just by walking into a room.
His organ donation card also lists his beard.
He’s a lover, not a fighter, but he’s also a fighter, so don’t get any ideas.
His reputation is expanding faster than the universe.
He once had an awkward moment, just to see how it feels.
He lives vicariously through himself.
His charm is so contagious, vaccines have been created for it.
Years ago, he built a city out of blocks. Today, over six hundred thousand people live and work there.
He is the only man to ever ace a Rorschach test.
Every time he goes for a swim, dolphins appear.
Alien abductors have asked him to probe them.
If he were to give you directions, you’d never get lost, and you’d arrive at least 5 minutes early.
His personality is so magnetic, he is unable to carry credit cards.
Even his enemies list him as their emergency contact number.
He never says something tastes like chicken. Not even chicken.
His legend precedes him, the way lightning precedes thunder.
