Wilbur leaned against the rock wall of the Pogtopia. He was smoking a cigarette, just staring off into the ravine. His eyes looked blank like there was nothing behind them, no emotions, nothing. Completely blank. He simply continued to smoke his cigarette and stare into oblivion. He didn't move except for moving his arm to take drags of the cigar. You couldn't tell if it was okay to walk up to him or not. Sometimes he would completely berzerk and sometimes he was calm. It was a 50-50 with him.