"Emerald City, eh? I'm SUUUUUUPEEEEER impressed!" A clearly Southern accent rebounds inside contemptuous ears, gawking all over the speedo-wearing goliath. His stannic nose prostrating outwards a quite comic visage ostensibly snuffled the air, as if he inflated his hollow interior with it, delighted. A blue lock of hair halted midair, bisecting into two thick threads, a small bit of an unscathed cowlick, buffeted by the acidic wind, determined to make that azure fortress collapse, yet failing each and every time. A gargantuan golden chain swirled around his neck, befalling slightly above a muscular, unclothed chest. The trademark sunglasses, concealing that vicious, depraved gaze. A Hawaiian shirt swung with the breeze, those old-fashioned amber palm trees emblazoned all over, adorning the carmine cotton-textured shirt. He stepped two or three times again, as if scanning that city for anything worth spending money. Booze, women, new speedos, upgrades, sunglasses, food. Any stupidity that he would gladly acquire.
"Aw, this is just so PSYCHOoOoOoO! This city smells like money, and I have enough of that to spend!!!!!!" That superstar supercilious attitude, a cocky smirk plastered from one cheekbone to the other, revealing those outrageously bright teeth. Despite looking and...somehow behaving more alike a human, that's where the similarities ended. He was nothing but an ex-mutant, beaten up badly, turned cyborg by his own work, alongside quite an odd mutation. He was powerful. He was unscrupulous. He was a pervert by nature. He was