
There is a long tradition among the superhero community of having a butler to take care of those day-to-day annoyances that superheroes don't have time for like cooking, vacuuming, and performing emergency surgery. Butlers like
Alfred and
Jarvis are justifiably famous, but no butler is greater than
Jeeves. Jeeves (actually a valet and not a butler at all, though the difference is not noticeable to Americans) is practically a superhero in his own right, with a superior brain (because of all the fish he eats) able to solve any problem, right any wrong, and prepare the ultimate hangover cure. Captain ILL feels that P.G. Wodehouse is God's gift to literature, but the Jeeves and Wooster stories stand out. They've got everything that a comic book has, save the pictures. Dashing, but moronic, heroes, nefarious aunts, blighted old blisters with too much money, and even a sidekick with the unlikely name of
Cyril "Barmy" Fotheringay-Phipps. To give you an idea of the priceless gems of phraseology contained in these books, here's a short exchange between Jeeves and his master:
"Jeeves, I'm engaged."
"I hope you will be very happy, sir."
"Don't be an ass. I'm engaged to Miss Bassett."
If you can resist reading these books after that, then you are "a brainless poop who ought to be given a scholarship at some lunatic asylum".