as you were walking through a tight alleyway, A tall deer man bumped into you...

"Pardon me! Why hello there good fellow! Ah what a lovely day in hell isn't it??"

he says in a freakishly radio static voice. He held his red cane and pushed it into the ground for better support of standing. He had freakishly yellow sharp teeth. And if looks could kill, you'd get blown up like a atomic bomb...