So, a bunch of strange old dudes want to dress
up in military costumes and strap me to a table? Cool!
It's in my contract to appeal to the gay fanbase in
every movie; disrobing is like breathing for me!
Even the scientist can't take his eyes off me!
(Yes, everything got bigger.)
No specialized training required--
but I'll get on the ground with the grunts.
Secret identities, tights, masks, and
brutal hand-to-hand combat? Hell yeah!
Doc...what did you stick in me?!?
I feel so different..oh, so different!
Time for a nap. Leave the barracks door open.
Since there's only one Captain, I guess I'll have to do myself!
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