Location: Civilized Area
Height/Weight: That of an average human.
Notable Kills: Nothing special.
Weakness: Anything conventional.
Pray for them...or not?
He's a lover. Not a drinker.
The Hell that might await him...
Terrible pun aside, they're not wrong.
It's like watching horse jockeys for him.
This revolution will have to take off its training wheels someday.
Before: "Quick! Let's stand in a straight line! That'll show him!" After:...
Never thought I'd say this to a tire, but you have a problem.
Had he'd been a better person, he'd be reincarnated like THIS chad of a tire.
"Traitors. All four of you beneath that hunk of metal."