Ultimate Entourage

Let's say you woke up this morning to discover that you are, in the world, the single richest, most powerful, most influential, universally respected, most liked and most persuasive human alive. It occurs to you that you have the means to absorb anyone who is currently living into your 'entourage,' your 'inner-circle,' the group which you travel in. Who do you pick?

This is perhaps the most egotistical fantasy I've ever come up with (and that's saying something), but here is my "ULTIMATE ENTOURAGE"

Miranda Cosgrove...



...Would be my girlfriend, of course. We would constitute the "core" of the group, and take the form of the classic 'power-couple' archetype, becoming helll-bent on meshing our incredible powers to craft works of excruciating genius.

Tenzin Gyatso...



...Would be the group's spiritual leader, of course. He would be the guy giving cryptic zen comments while other people are attempting in vain to be concrete. He'd also be the group's moral compass, trying to guide us to greener pastues when we're teetering towards the side of darkness, like Carly in the iCarly gang or Katara in the ATLA group.

Varg Vikernes...



and Immortal Technique...



...Would be the stand-offish odd couple of the group, much like Sam & Freddie in iCarly. They'd blather on arguing with each other about inane shit nobody else gives a damn about. And while they would ostensibly appear to despise each other, in truth they appreciate the sparring, and eventually become good friends. Their common-ground would manifest itself in their mutual role as 'troublemaker(s)' of the group.

Jennette McCurdy...



...Would be the fun-loving, level-headed 'neutral' member of our group; the self-actualized and together individual who doesn't cause any problems and who everyone likes. Her chief social function would be diffusing disputes, but her primary output would be being awesome.

Neil Young...



...Would be the stoic of the group. Like The Chief in One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest... or maybe more like Nobody in Dead Man. He wouldn't say much, just go around and observe. But when the time comes he knows what to do. He'd acquire almost a Daria-esque role of diffusing foolery, by injecting well-placed and unforeseen bits of expertly crafted sarcasm into a situation just where necessary.