smarmy little korean who plays half-life: counterstrike at netcafes all day and night. he subsists almost entirely on a diet of shrimp crackers and other shit with way too much salt or way too much sugar. he wears big, wrap around mirrored sunglasses and may drive a souped up honda civic or something similar. there is no female variety.
the unmistakable whiff of dead fish wafted up from the fetid bodies of the ayukos in the netcafe