He reminds me of the knight who Cleese encounters in Monty Python's Search
for the Holy Grail.
They do battle with sword. Cleese cuts off an arm, a leg, another arm a
torso, and finally the head at the neck. Still ensconced in it's helmet, the
disconnected head stubbornly shouts challenges to battle at Cleese, as he
rides off.

This is Trotsky. We have cleaved his head off, and it lies on the ground
shrieking that I don't have any balls.

BTW, this is why I find Krueger less offensive. At least when I hit him, he
roars. Trots just keeps up the nattering yayayayaya of a head dispossessed
of its body. It's like arguing with a vocoder chip.





Cleese *was* the knight that got hacked up to a torso and decided to call it
even. King Arthur, played by Graham Chapman, did the hacking up. He only had
his arms and legs cut off.