A fiery, brimstone-esque man whose passion for all things holy is frankly scary to witness. Believes (perfectly correctly) that he can command both human and beast with his hand. Wit that is sharper than a razor, teeth as numerous as hairs, and a beard that rivals any Indian woman, this man is not to be crossed. Be warned.
Surprise friend: Holy shit! Did you see that cactus shit milk?!
Phil Rusling: Course I did brah. I fucking made it do that.