The five-o-clock shadow is strong with this one.

It's a slovenly troon that won't even shave, but this missing link/ Sasquatch cross homunculus needs extensive civic re-beautification.

Looking straight at the sun or into a sandblasting gale, full of sharp particulate matter, hurts less than intercepting the light with your eye that has travailed this unfortunate bodice.

Please, please cleave my head smooth off.

I would put a bag on my head so as not to view the horrors of this world but why take half measures. It is time.