Ridiculously athletic, I am a hard-driving hunting machine, staunch on point with a choke-bore throttle, focused primarily on killing baby squirrels with a specialty in auto-knob-gobbling. Charming, graceful, handsome, regal, quivery & completely retarded; a master of the uncontrollable and often dangerous high-five. Strictly asexual, occasionally highly uncomfortable, -20% body fat. Two fruitcakes named Ian Lucero and Kumzooloo claim they 'own' me.
Coming straight outta the Tacoma pound, now patrolling the mean streets of East Cully... I am Otis.