Well, it was my idea.
One day, back in the 1870s, I was hanging out in Paris when I realized, "You know what this town needs? A big, freakin' huge pile of steel that people can walk up and look down on Paris on." But my friend, Gustav Eiffel, told me I was crazy, and that Parisians wouldn't stand for an abomination like that.
A few years later, the thing was built and they named it after the guy who stole my idea. It should have been called the Werbert Tower!
And that, ladies and gentlemen of the jury, is why I am the best.
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Still looking for my antidiluvian baby