Our intrepid mascot has been revealing sides of himself this year of which I had previously been unaware. After all, who knew he was so into art that he'd pose nude without embarrassment? Or that he was a Shakespearean actor? Or that he has a way with the ladies?
Maybe it's because he's so suave and debonair, as we see this month:
I ask again: What's he got that I haven't got? Is it the tux? Is it--gasp!--the appliance on top of his head.
Best not to go there.
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