Will you be my prince, Stinkfoot?
Your what?
I wanna loot the treasury and get carried through the streets by an angry mob, only to escape into the hold of a freighter to Central America where I live for six weeks among crates of whoopie cushions & rubber dog shit and subsisting on rats & bilgewater and then I'm discovered and forced to perform sexual favors for the bridge crew which one evening causes them to firmly wedge the ship in one of the locks in the Panama Canal whereupon I escape into the jungle and become a king among the blowdart-shooting natives when they discover I possess a mutant immunity the frog-poison they use on their darts.
NOW YER JUST TALKIN CRAAAAZZYYYYOnly to discover in horror that you've secretly been written and drawn by the X-Force guy?