The Governator! He's Back!
This. This is the face that has awed the world for decades. The pate, unbesmirched by foolish hair. The sneer, born of a staunch refusal to consume any other food source except concentrated lemon protein. The ashen madman's eyes, because he refused to sleep between the years of 1970 and 1975, lest a puny pretender try rob him of his Mr. Olympia title in his sleep.
This is the one and only Arnold Schwarzenegger; a man so unceasingly violent that the U.S. government gave him the entire state of California to slake his thirst for blood. He ruled unchallenged for years, rivers of human offal flowing steady from Eureka to Escondido. His reign finally ended when the Oakland Raiders teamed up with the San Diego Chargers to crush him underneath a 200-foot-tall redwood crucifix. Thank God he's dead.