Gentlemen, I stand with you in celebrating the return of that insurmountable Matterhorn of Muscle -- the incomparable Snow King (the same "der Schneekönig" immortalized in German lieder by yearning, red-haired virgins who begged to be deflowered by the powerful Snow King, but were icily rebuffed because they were merely 9s, leading to their drowning suicides in the Lake of Tears) -- that passport brandishing, globetrotting champion of l'affaire Popeye who's got the SWOLE world in his hands (stamps and all).
Cheers, indeed!