He's short, but large, with big ham hock arms and thick tree stump legs. His nose is eagle-like, but not in a majestic way. It juts out of his face like an angry gun handle. I would fire it, but sadly, there's nothing metaphorical about the amount of slime that nose could hold. Ugh. Touching any part of him would make me vomit, never mind his snotty, hairy face caves.
His skin is covered with red bristly hairs.These days his uniform seems to consist of two shirts: One, a kind of pinky-red, button up affair, in which he looks like a boiled porklobster, and the other, a powder blue concoction in which he looks like a boiled porkblueberry. On the days his (bloated) body is (mercifully) covered by the powder blue concoction, I find myself calling him Puffy. It comforts.
His belly is very, very large.
He's a bully. He's destroyed my workplace. And I'm going to tell you about him.
