Feast your occular apparatus upon the veritable paragon of human perfection. No doubt thouest unwashed masses desire to attain my shining pinnacle of benevolence and purity, to cleanse your plebian soul, and to finally achieve some semblance of purpose from your dark, dank, dismal existance. Fear not wretched troglodites! Though you may be desultory street urchins now, a single glimpse of my brozed adonis body, flawless alabaster skin, and peerless porcelain visage, coupled with my assidious, demiurgic intelligence, will apotheize thou into a self-actualized terran. UR WELCUM SCRUBS