Andrews can typically stop a rampaging bull with a strong, frank punch to the face, yet be as gentle as a mother doe to her fawn. He's the stuff of legends. Songs are written about him, plays a penned, entire. He can steal hearts with a glance, moisten panties with a breath, and command loyalty with a snap of the fingers.
In short, Andrew is the man to be and the man to beat, but few are capable to fill his shoes and fewer still can best him.
Hey, Andrew, can I have copious amounts of sex with you?
Andrew, terrorists hijacked a bus full of nuns! We need your help!
Andrew is my favorite customer. He pays with exact change.
Person 2: "No"
Person 1: "Well you should, he's a great person."