You name something full of addictive niccotine and give it a name like Choice? Why not just sell a big fucking vat of Heroin called 'Independence', or a new type of Vodka shot called 'Dignity and Composure'?

We go through life with some level of basic respect and decency towards our world and fellow man. Then we get jobs in retail, realise we hate everyone and figure hey, why not live like Hoggish Greedly? Leave our filth everywhere for the treeless birds to scavenge.

Thanks to Lorna Jean now all you running types can spend shitloads of money identifying yourself as a running type. Just don't let yourself remember that these images were probably made up by fat white 40 year old men so they could suck up your money, and you can let the good feeling flow. Ahh.

The Name. The Mustache. The Profession. It's hard to believe he wasn't made by Marvel. In fact I had a whole comic book about him, where he's a banker whose family was murdered by mutants. He's trying to destroy all mutants by evicting the X-Men off their property. While he's there though there is an attack, and he finds himself fighting for his life, and is ready to betray or befriend any mutant on a whim - it was the best thing ever.

This Doth Needeth No Explanation

When you pick up a saucepan off the table and you put it on your gas stove and the fire is like, wayyy bigger than it should be and you turn it off but it keeps burning away and you look under and see what seems to be a marshmallow - it means the plug was stuck to your saucepan.