Usually I'm not down with the fascist pig vibe, but when it comes to evil super villains I've got a soft spot for them. Big, genocidal, and stupid here came with three super hot secret agent babes to foil his sinister plans, and they were the ones that originally caught my interest, but Der Numbnuts snuck his way into the deal somehow. The Danger Girls, however, have long ago been exiled to the attic, while Major Maxim, as he's called, continues to lay his diabolical plans and collect dust on a shelf overlooking our bed.
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| Looks to me like he's got crack in those canisters og his. |
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| Yes, his arms are in fact bigger than his head. |
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| Nice boots, Nazi boy. |
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| To me he looks down right contemplative here. Like world dominations might not be such a good thing after all. |
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| Not so here. Back to being the cold hearted death dealer we expect. |