[SOARING HIGH ABOVE ALL OF YOU WOULD BE THE MAGNIFICENT SPECTOR OF TERROR AND DOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM. OH YES, IT WOULD BE A CURSE AND THE VERY SOUL OF VICTORY AND CONQUEST TIED TO THE VERY SQUISHY ORGAN BITS OF ABLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANK
... or it would be if he ... had any of that.
Instead he just peels off the lenses, rubs them on his uniform and pops them back on.]