He be totally freak like, with growing toenails on his forehead, though they be his only freak quality. Don’t be confused thinking he be lumbering or whatever. He so shoulder back - hips forward, excusable for Superman were it not for the toenails on the face. But he try and he try, never forgetting the pedicure, once weakly or twice shy, so it be. Neither mangled limb nor nothing visually wicked to be had, just the set of nails that he hope and hope are not a sign of full toes facial.
But he has bad side, not physical like you might imagine freak to be. More freaks than not are good peoples, just in unwanted positions like. But this freak be nasty inside, guts are slimy or something. Don’t you be trying to talk to him or he will beat you as his does his girl, wanton he be beating her. And such a nice girl nothing evil doing in her, just stupidity some might say. What she be doing with him is pure mystery. Such a pretty girl she was, caught up with freak like him.
Though, to be said in his favour, he do attend mass. And he be removing his cap too, though he wear it to stitches outside, he respects the Lord more than himself to be removing the cap. I seen him front row Sunday morning, clasping hands, filthy they be, his fingernails a show when one sees his face, but he listen good to the preacher, never wavering. He be good that way, the town freak, be good going to mass, though his soul is rotten, I think. Like, I see him smiling time and time, grinning like pie slice to the preacher, sometimes. He be playing front row games, I imagine, playing faces with preacher. But I can’t know certain. Never certain.