The noise I made when that guy turned up half way through the end credits could most accurately, my friend confirming my blouse size ascertained as an ultra girlish squee...
"So who was that?" She says.
I had to give the guys full name.
You can't just say his name.
You have to say the bit at the end to exstrenuate the clarity of what this entity is like in his spare time when no is watching... Or in the shower.
We've all read Sandman comics.
He's not an idiot.
Although, what about when Peter Griffen had the job?
You know who looked hot as the end of all things?
I'm usually not a fan.
But, Holy Marie Combs.