Nick Johnsmith, works at the motherlobe as the only non psychic between lots of different people who are psychics. 33 years old, balding, big beer belly a slim body. Dark brown hair and eyes. Nameplate that says Nick. (eats caviar in vents. Extreme narcissist.) His brain got stolen by Dr Loboto, nick slumps around, walking aimlessly in circles. Repeating phrases like "Tv..." "Postage... Sorted..." "Mail..." when you pick him up he says "Air mail..?" you can push him, do whatever, he won't notice