He just walked into my house and sat down. We were all kind of stunned and just rolled with it. He lives up to his name. He stayed for a couple hours, and spent most of the time being a complete dick, flicking off some of my friends, and trying to kiss others. He complained about life, and seemed pretty miserable, though there were definitely hilarious moments. He told us a story about how he broke his ankle a little while ago. He shimmied up a wooden pole on a dare which snapped. We fed him and gave him water and sent him on his way to the bar, but not before stumbling into my bathroom and making a pretty messy attempt at taking a piss with the door opened. He also removed some of the chewed up chicken from his mouth and slammed it onto my table.