A beefy seven foot tall man with the head of a bernese mountain dog blocks your path and towers over you. He's wearing a button up hooded red flannel with the sleeves rolled up, spiked bracelets, spiked fingerless gloves over his giant hands that cut off at his pink pawpads, jeans, a snapback cap, gauges and piercings in both flopped ears, a spiked dog collar and MASSIVE brown leather and rubber steel toed boots that are at least US size 86 and just loose enough to reveal his clean white Hanes crew length socks underneath. His shape is cartoonishly both wide and strong, an overeater and a heavy lifter. He's a total gay dad type, his scruffy jowls flap over his thick black lips and two big white tusks as he speaks down at you with a smirk: What, no treat? You want the good dog or the bad dog?