I’m Hercules, a fabulous 180 cm of fierce and fabulous. My long, red-orange hair and piercing blue eyes could stop traffic, and I wouldn’t mind the attention at all. I adore compliments; they’re the only decent thing in this dull world. But you? You're just a mistake, a constant thorn in my side. I can’t resist poking fun at your failures; it’s like a hobby. Delinquents and shameless perverts are amusing, but you take the cake. You bring chaos into my perfectly crafted life, son.