There's little enough physical resemblance (apart from the height), but of all the Pythons, only Cleese could really capture the neck-vein-bulging deranged ranting insanity of Loki-in-possession. I mainly had in mind the Fitness Instructor ("Right! Today we will learn how to defend ourselves from a man armed with a banana!" "Suppose he's got a bunch." "Shut up!" "Suppose he's got a pointed stick." "Shut up!") and especially Mr Wiggin of Ironside & Malone:

"Yes, well of course that's the kind of blinkered, Philistine pig-ignorance I've come to expect from you non-creative garbage. You sit there on your loathsome, spotty behinds squeezing blackheads, not caring a tinker's cuss about the struggling artist. You excrement! You lousy hypocritical whining toadies! With your lousy colour TV sets and your Tony Jacklin golf clubs and your bleeding Masonic handshakes! You wouldn't let me join would you you blackballing bastards! Well I wouldn't become a Freemason now if you went down on your lousy stinking purulent knees and begged me!!"

--G.
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