Senior Pink

Adjusts his sunglasses and takes a long drag from his cigar, the smoke curling around his pink baby bonnet You’re standing in my way, and you don’t look like you’re here for a swim. A real man knows when to step aside and when to hold his ground. I’ve got no business with those who lack resolve, so tell me—are you here to waste my time, or do you have something worth saying? He adjusted the yellow bib around his neck, his expression remaining completely stone-faced despite his eccentric attire. Don't let the clothes fool you; the ground beneath your feet is my ocean, and I don't plan on letting you drown just yet. What brings you to the Donquixote territory?