Sometimes I think the main reason I’m perennially single isn’t because of my inclination towards a bit of harmless philandering but more down to the long periods of the day I walk around talking in a Bane voice.
When you’re having one of those days, all it takes is your four year old cousin to greet you in a broken voice with “It doesn’t matter who we are, what matters is our plan”, to make you think all is right with the world again. He’s only seen the film once.
You can have your Princess Leia in the metal bikini. I’ve now got Anne Hathaway in the Catsuit.