Wanksie

I also seem to recall hanging about the place like a bad smell the fake psychopath Wanksie. His presence surprised me not in the least, given his notorious veneration of Mr Harrison Lupine, in relation to whom he stands as the shadow to the form. He, clad as ever in the mildewing camouflage of his long-forgotten youth, on creaking joints unbecomingly twerked. The knaves whom with his overfamiliarity he vexed…