A massive scolipede rests upon his big, bloated belly, his swollen stomach bulging out beneath him with such tremendous girth that his short and stubby limbs were left permanently suspended high off the ground, rendering him utterly and completely immobile. Sitting upon his back and looking like it weighed quite heavily upon it was a strange machine that had an exhaust pipe constantly spewing out thick, noxious black smog and a pair of thick hoses connected to a gas mask strapped snugly in place around his fat face, leaving only his eyes visible. His eyes were half-closed in something between a cold, cruel glare and a dull, bored expression, appearing devoid of any emotion or empathy and showing only indifference as he gazed almost lifelessly at his surroundings, his massive chest slowly rising and falling with every slow, labored breath he took.