No, it's not that white-suited, greasy-fingered, deep-fried poultry peddling southern plantation owner, it's that lovable murder suspect all dressed in dingy yellow. No one rocks the mustard colored suit like the colonel. I kind of got carried away with some of the permutations. One colonel looks like the distant relative that no one talks about...I'll let you be the judge on which one that is. Finger licking good monocle there, Fatso! I'm outskis.