This jerk has something to prove

You strip yourself down to your bare essentials, drench yourself in a rainstorm, and go mock dead war veterans. Then you don a garbage bag. What does this all prove? That despite all your talents, outfits, handpuppets and worldly natures, your sugary goodness is deeply deeply ingrained. Your skeleton could take a shit on Ghandi's grave and it would still stink of charm and cuddles. You're unfuckingstopable.