Here’s the model for a character in a story I want to make, He’s a boy in a promotional mascot hotdog outfit who, after twirling his sign for hours on end in 100°+ weather, collapses and wakes up to find that he and the hotdog are one. He is Hotdog Boy.
Meet Grool. He’s going through a nasty break up right now, so be nice to him. He plays it cool, calm, and collected to distract you from the fact that he has no genitalia. He FUCKING LOVES pizza. He FUCKING HATES himself. Say, “Hi,”Grool! Say, “Hi, Grool!”