Meet your Evil.
Zeke is to EVIL what Rowdy Roddy Piper was to the bad guys on that old Hulk Hogan cartoon. Except he’s not hand drawn. And he doesn’t wear a kilt.
Much.
He likes long walks on the beach while tripping on mushrooms, and he’s not afraid to fart on your head while you sleep, post coitus.
By the looks of things, he’s got quite alot of gas packed away for his next romantic interlude.
Behold the power of spandex.
the power to hold things in place or to make things look bigger than they really are?
I’m going with both
the power to make your bad assedness multiply by 1.
“Same as it ever was”-David Byrne