Mr. Fireplug

Marching forcefully down 17th and Columbia, this li'l workin' man is happy to do the job. A little too happy, if you ask me. And with intense and creepy eyes too. Eyes that seem to burn into you with malevolent glee. What on earth is he thinking about? Whatever it is, it can't be good. Too many hours on the job, I suspect. Or perhaps the amphetamines are finally making his brain crazy. He's pretty serious about whatever he does, though. Truly a committed man. "Chained to his job", you might say.