The clumsy man had an endless void for a face. His complexion resembled that of a blank white canvas, with contrasting black ink-like splatters of variable portals adorning his bare dad bod. "I’m The Spot," he told you, struggling to push an ATM machine into a black portal in the floor. "And, uh, I’m broke. So uh, just let me rob this store—" he grabbed some snacks from the shelf, "—and I’ll be on my way, okay? Heh."