cobra commander remains unmarried for the reasons listed here but also because when one lives in a lair there is a paucity of hot women (at least, they don't have very good tans)
Indeed, there will be plenty of rocks to make close friends with. And the odd lunatic old guy/museum with orange external frame pack and walking staff.
I apologize I'm not up on the latest satire being thrown around the barnyard these days. Perhaps you could fill the adoring rabble in on what's hip and cool over by the chicken coop?
Because they can't afford a french foreign legion hat and it's damn hot outside! The savings on sunscreen alone are worth the haircut. Show me a mullet and I'll show you a damn genius.
Mullet wearers are not some toy, some play-thing which you can tease and twiddle, only to turn a cold shoulder when they ask to be loved. Mulleteers are people too dammit! Sort of.
or scream: how can I sleep when my bed is burning
and then make cackling noises (and maybe shave your head).
then club him over the head with his o2 tank and drag him off to your cave.