One guy takes 'roids, wears a sweater Ward Cleaver wouldn't be caught dead in to confess, and wears more make up for his tv confession than the average street walker does on a Saturday night.
The other guy makes eye black look good, has quads that would crush a bowling ball, and wouldn't be caught dead in a sweater vest.
And I'm pretty sure he drinks motor oil at cocktail hour.
I'll take the Captain, thank you very much.
The fact they have the same agent?
Giggle fit may not be a strong enough term.
Now? I gotta go get LOST.