Well, duh . We had a good laugh and the credits rolled. On the far right, we see a Das Lof'er flopping around on the ground, his sickly white gut a harsh reminder of the dangers of excess. I could just say KWAK all day. Work it, baby.
Nothing says threatening quite like a mullet and fingerless gloves.
You might as well have toeless fucking socks. I'd like to know just how he got his mouth that way. Chicks dig a man who can touch his nose with his upper lip. You wouldn't guess, but as it turns out, this works really, really well. When your character dies of a drug overdose, he falls onto his back and slowly sinks into the ground.