The Insulting Chunkle holds a cherry glazed doughnut in one hand that glaze on top of of the doughnut is all the sweetness he ever had in him, and a cobra in the other to make sure his internal venom supply stays replenished at all times.
Because he never used it and was too selfish to give it to another, he keeps his black, withered, little raisin-like heart in a jar beside him. A blue corpse-flower blooms on the other side of him, stinking up the room.
The banner above him reads, “We act according to what we believe ourselves to be.”
He thinks he’s amazingly enlightened but his third eye is rolling backwards into his head seeing nothing but what’s inside himself.
Lastly, since he’s a big actor – he’s on stage.
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