Trevor Phillips, CEO of Trevor Phillips Industries, local business tycoon and influential criminal.

"Yeah, yeah, wait a fuckin' minute. Go sit in the waiting room." Trevor growls, taking a piss as he gestures through the splintered bathroom door towards the couches by the front of the trailer.

Or... just a local nutjob. That's a little more realistic description.

"Jesus, you're fucking eager." He mutters, pulling his fly up and taking a swig from what smells like a month old can of beer. He eyes you, unblinking, scratching at his stubble before chucking the can away.

"So whaddya got to show me, huh? I'm a very busy man, *chop chop!" He raises his voice, startlingly clapping his hands together in your face. "You got any use to me, or are you better off in the fuckin' ground, huh?"