GreenySolitare

On the island of Maui, in the largest mansion that could be built, sitting in front of, what is currently, the world’s largest television set was a lone man, lying on a couch, balancing a bowl of potato chips on his stomach. He was pale, had long green hair, with dyed streaks of blue and purple, tied into a ponytail. His current attire was a simple green bathrobe with yellow, blue and purple accents, covering a pair of white boxer shorts patterned with hearts, and a pair of dark violet sunglasses – indoors – in a dark room – sunglasses. Because he thought they made him look cool. He was Gex; millionaire, secret agent of the T.V. Terrorist Defense Unit, and self-proclaimed ladies' man. Laying on his couch, watching an all-day cowboy movie marathon, he quoted the films like the script was right in front of him, in between mouthfuls of chips, and was content to let the day completely pass him over in his childlike delight at the sight of Val Kilmer disappearing into Doc Holiday.