Some men are born great, some achieve greatness and some slit the throats of any man that stands between them and the mantle of power. I never met a man I couldn't eviscerate. Not that mindless violence is the only avenue open to me - but why take an avenue when I have complete freeway access? I am the definitive Man of Action. I am James Bond in a blousy shirt and drawstring-fly pants. My swash was buckled long ago and I have never been so sure of anything in my life as in my ability to bend everyone to my will. I will call anyone out and cut off their head if they show any sign of taking me on or backing down. I cannot be saddled with tedious underlings, but if one of your lieutenants shows an overly developed sense of ambition he may find more suitable accommodations in Davy Jones' locker. That is, of course, if I notice him. I tend to be self absorbed - a weakness that may keep me from seeing enemies where they are and imagining them where they are not.
