...oh...ugh...wha?...what happened?
If KillFaz were a man, he would be the kind of man who spent the last couple years lying face-down on a nasty sofa, wondering what disgusting grease-clad fast food he was going to eat but never actually getting it. Wendy's? Rally's? Nah...Burger King. I like Burger King. Should I have the Whopper? Two Whoppers? Fourteen Whopper Jrs., fries, an Oreo Creme pie, and a Rt. 44 Limeade from the neighboring Sonic? No, no...sitting is just as good.
He would be the loathsome neighbor, with the cliche waist-high grass meandering out from below the rusty shell of a car parked conveniently front door adjacent.
He would be capable of everything yet accomplisher of nothing. Except...he just sat up.