The Burger King guy doesn't fill my heart with intense, burning jealousy the way the oatmeal fellow does, so that makes him okay in my book. The fact that he doesn't have a neck is obnoxious, though, and I'll explain why: imagine the feeling of walking around all day long with your shoulders brushing up against your earlobes. It would be like being born into a state of perpetual Chinese water torture.
And thanks, wwjd_kilden. I wish I could say I made it up, but it's from a song called Ups and Downs by a group called The Residents.