Johnny Bravo

Johnny Bravo. A super hunk. Reeking of testostrone. Huba huba.
Johnny Bravo tells the story of a biceps-bulging, karate-chopping free spirit who believes he's a gift from God to the women of the earth. Unfortunately for Johnny, everyone else sees him as a narcissistic Mama's boy with big muscles and even bigger hair. In short, he is the quintessential guy who 'just doesn't get it.' No matter what he does, or where he finds himself, he always winds up being his own worst enemy. A Wandering Hand through and through.
Bravo would add some much appreciated prime beef to the Hands, although his preoccuptaion with himself could prove to be a distraction and he should probably only be played in a position with little to do and one where we could shout first to alert him of needed action. I suggest full-back.

Bravo would also have no trouble with quick replies to the put-downs common in the Bristol vicinity:
Lady: "How many times do I have to tell you I have a boyfriend?!" Johnny: "Well, you look like the kind of girl that could use two."
Bravo tries so hard to impress the ladies and his collection of lines is considerable: "Honey, if these biceps don't cheer you up, then nothing will!"
He could also be a usefully amusing member of the household of Wandering Hands Towers, always being keen to maintain high security:
"Hi. Police? There's a good looking guy in my house. Hold that. It's me."
Genius.