Strange, somewhat introverted artist who is so intensely passionate about anime that he can barely even handle it. He likes to wear shades, and when you get him all excited, he's like a hot-blooded and energetic shonen hero brought to life- in other words, he's cool, fun, lively, and he's smokin' hot. He's like anime Jesus on crack- in a good way.
Toby. Motherfucking Toby, I tell you. Pretty sweet guy.
One of large foot and larger lack of proprioception, ungainly movement is not uncommon in specimens and most exhibit a duck like waddle to their running motion. Studies from the University of Loughborough have demonstrated the Toby's inability to retain liquid in any specified vessel. This incapacity for liquid retention also stretches to his bladder, with unnaturally regular bathroom visits during films that often arise during moments of social importance. These include the climactic scenes from features and debates concerning specific armoured vehicles and other military hardware. Like the Tobiathan, the Toby is capable of surprisingly deep slumber and during this will terraform the local atmosphere with his hideous lung capacity.
"Magic snort snort"
"My legs are as strong as hard bedrock"
"I have a head of iron!"
"No, I take"
"They're no match for droidekas!"
"Nobody tells him what to do! Nobody! ahahahahahaaaaaa"
"Toby you have spilt your drink on my feet, AGAIN!"