Fred is infected with
Lycanthropy. Changes into a beastly monster after exposure to moonlight or especially frustrating board games. Howling at the moon relieves the symptoms for a little while, but use a Golden Apple for best results.
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A little guy who looks more angry then he actually is. Really does like vegetables and grows his own on his grandpappy's farm in Hoboken. a sweetie, but do not underestimate his boundless might and superior intellect, Fred can beat any scrub in a game of foosball while riding a blindfold and wearing a unicycle. One time, he even saved a whole orphanage from a fire, put out the fire, rebuilt the facility, got the children adopted, bought everyone ice cream, and got home before his dinner got cold. Think I'm lying? He will drop kick you in the teeth if you so much as call his bluff. fred never bluffs. He graduated all of the colleges so you know he is a true believer. Fred was so respected for his amazingly perfect posture that he was asked to teach ergonomics in most of these colleges. We all know how important it is to understand and develop the actual factual science of how magnets work so he has devoted many labor intensive hours teaching students across the land. How do people even write such long descriptions without losing focus? I'm just spewing out whatever letters my brain is telling me to write at this point and its getting more and more nonsensical. This train of thought has derailed and the conductor is dancing on the caboose. The parrot is no more it has ceased to be. Invest in gold. Do you or a love one have mesothelioma you may be entitled to a brand new car at 6 easy payments of 9.99. I wonder if cabbits were real, would they chase mice or like...would they just leave random carrots in their owners shoes? It is one of the many mysteries of life; much like the logic of this profile description.