Hello, ladies. Look at your man, now back to me, now over at that fat guy puking in a Stormtrooper helmet, now back to me.
Sadly, he isn't me. But if he actually practiced good hygiene instead of running around in a Darth Vader suit for 10 hours, he could smell like he's me. I'm on a tauntaun.
Comic-Con involves a lot of running from panel to panel, waiting and tight cramped quarters with obsessive fans paying far more attention to their cardboard costumes than whether or not they bathed that morning. You want to make an impression on a pretty young geek? How about smelling an iota better than the TRON guy slobbering over her shoulder?
