Come on, he can't be real. He must be someone's invention. Ian Fleming must still be alive. No one could be that dastardly, that stupid, that arrogant.
I suppose he is marching to a different drummer. Is it an oil drum? And what is the sound of one oil drum drumming?
What happens when the little blue planet becomes a blow torch? Does The Heavy rejoice and rub his greedy little reptilian hands in glee?
