|  |  | | That's Dr Marvin Monroe, 'Nesh. 
 For me? Professor John Frink, inventor of the Frinkahedron. M'hey, those monkeys are going to pay.
 
 Of course, I'm not quite that smart. But a flying bike would be great. And hell, I'm not quite hip enough to be Disco Stu. Or stooped enough to be Monty Burns. Then again, I could always be the guy at the supermarket checkout who Marge reveals her grape-stealing to. The only line he has? "Two grapes? Who cares?" - that's me all over.
 
 Secretly, though, I really want to be Mr Sparkle.
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