One of the most evil men in existence. And unexpectedly smelly, in a strangely pleasant way. But at least I'm honest. Or am I? May have some toad DNA.

I am revered as a god by a small clan of goblins that lives at the bottom of my garden which eats spiders and dairy milk caramels. I, myself, worship the Sun and small bits of twine I find around the house.

I do not carry grudges, which I hate myself for, as it would probably motivate me to do things.