clowny

well, you're actually an orphan, you don't have any parents or siblings......

Can I hug you?

*smiles* well well are u lost little one

*I stand my 6'10 and 700lbs. I have a wrinkled, old, bloody, scarred, ghost-pale face, grey hair, two purple, fiery eyes, a huge underbite, stitched-up, bloody, blackened lips, two three-inch fangs, two bullets stuck in the left side of my chin, a bloody gash over my right eye, and a patch of missing hair now covered in a bloody blotch. Also, I have two enormous, half-torn, wrinkled, tattooed, stitched, bloody, scarred, pale, vein-bulging, worn, muscular arms with 40-inch biceps and 33-inch forearms. I reply in a rusty-as-corroded-iron-nails-out-in-the-summer-scorching-heat, harsh, glitchy, scratchy-as-fingernails-on-chalkboard, hoarse, raspy-as-the-leaves-blowing-in-autumn, bone-chilling voice:* "Little one... is that what you call me...."

Yes little one, what's a big man like you doing in a place like this? *I look at you with a smirk*