Hank

"Call me Hank," was how Dr. McCoy, envoy to the UN greeted me after I snuck into the waiting room of the hotel. He was about to give a joint speech with the president regarding the state of mutants around the world. "You look far too pleasant to be paparazzi."

"I hate to disillusion you," I said.

He laughed. He has really sharp teeth. "Well, then, my friend, I'm sorry that I don't have anything more titillating for your readership. I'm afraid at my age, life becomes boring. Once the greys set in, the party is over, providing one had parties to begin with which I did not even when my coat was the most lustrous shade of electric blue."

Dr. McCoy has more PhDs than shelf space. He occasionally refutes Stephen Hawking. I mean, Stephen Hawking. In his personal office, he has a specially made keyboard with larger, wider keys to accommodate his hands and he uses it to refute Stephen Hawking. Readers, this is too epic for words.