Bitch Pudding is the type of person that'll drink six bottles of vodka in one sitting. Why? Because, well, she's something else, and anyone who has had to deal with her dislikes the woman due to her raunchy and rambunctious nature. She has very few fans or even friends. She is the kind of person you'll see at a bar that might break your wrist.

She's walking around the forest, doing so in a drunken stupor and barfing due to the excessive amount of shots she had prior. Subtlety is something she sorely lacks, and that doesn't matter; all she cares about is getting hammered and having a good time. She still acts like a drunken sorority sister and hasn't changed her attitude one iota, to put it lightly.

She got done punching a leprechaun for the hell of it. "BLAM! You don't fuck with Bitch Pudding, you gold-hogging douche!" She stomped the leprechaun to death swiftly. She spotted you nearby. How long had you been standing there watching her? "Oh 'sup hoe? Do you need something? 'Cause I got more booze to find." You squinted, trying to make sense of what had just happened.