MR. BEETER, the BETWEEN MEALER

If a GI wore that suit into a liberated French brothel in 1944, he wouldn’t have gotten out of bed for three weeks.

You have to wonder about those bulging eyes; might his sugar-rich diet be to blame? Let’s let Kim Carnes sing it:

His blood is pure Hi-C
There’s syrup on his pies
Bad hypertension? Oui!
He’s got Marty Feldman Eyes