Good point, I hadn't considered that. Though if it's going to take ridiculously expensive shoes to be fully assimilated, it's never going to happen: I've spent the last month trying to talk myself into spending $30 on fancy tires with red sidewalls to match Mamba. And a waste of time, due to the aforementioned whimsical speed bag.

I'm sure it does, however, you would make a much sweeter, tastier treat -- not tough and grizzled yet like me (though getting there quickly, thanks to Alabamy).

You'll want to poke your eyes out AFTER seeing the movie, not before -- mostly to try to erase the memory of the director/producer/writer/star's craggy ass as he heads for the bathroom after the boring and distasteful coitus scene.