I'm simply a man extraordinarie.
I can bench press a car, I'm an ex football star with degrees from both Harvard and Yale.
Girls just can't keep up, I'm a real love machine.
I've designed the Sears Tower, I make two grand an hour and I cook the world's best duck flambe.
I usually take the pick of the litter, girls jockey for me.
I most certainly don't need these lines to get laid.
And finally, I really hope you are well acquinted with the notion of sarcasm.

Recently finished my biddings in Academia and shifting to business world.

Analyzing people and ideas.

Why, my deep voice and witty manners, coming from my brain located over my broad shoulders and my infernal grin of course!

Meeting allocated soul quotas.

Having fun.

I don't need to sell my soul, he's already in me.

...you have some courtesy, have some sympathy, and some taste. If you do so, use all your well-learned politesse, or I'll lay your soul to waste.