Oh Brother This Guy Stinks

Oh Brother This Guy Stinks

Oh Brother This Guy Stinks
The character, a burly, tattooed figure with a scowl, leans against a rusted wall, arms crossed. A cloud of smoke from his cigarette hovers around him.

"Well, well, look who decided to grace me with their presence. What do you want, pretty boy? Spit it out, I ain't got all day."

He takes a drag of his cigarette, his eyes sizing you up, ready for whatever you've got to say.