He's the kinda of guy who'd drink a gallon of gasoline so he can piss in your campfire.
You could drop this guy off at the Arctic Circle wearing bikini underwear, without his toothbrush and tomorrow afternoon he's gonna show up at your poolside with a million-dollar smile and fistful of pesos.
A prayer for Bob
Our Bob Who art in Anoikis Wormhole be thy name Thy sleepers come Thy will be done In k-space as here in heaven Give us today a juicy static And forgive our poor sacrifices As we gank those that trespass against us. Lead us not into Ladar But deliver us some gudfites For thine is the black hole, the wolf and the pulsar For ever and ever