tlach
A bluey fan that is horrendously obese, middle-aged man who's flesh has melded with the outer surface of his chair, resulting in a vile woman-repelling object with a repugnant stench is so potent, that it can be smelt from miles away. Due to his immobility, he has resorted to writing down a list of overtly unnecessary to show off in typing games, despite the fact that he never uses said words in any of his day-to-day conversations with himself.
