This here's ol' Scort Ruggins. He don't look like much, but that's okay 'cause there ain't much to 'im. Scorty here was born without teeth, which may be a regular thing to do, only he didn't ever grow any in after that neither. Likes a good straw, he does. Pathologically terrified of shirts. Won't have 'em, not for nothin'! Does have one talent though, in that he's a fantastically talented mime. Sad to say, he don't ever get much use o' that, what with his mimin' with such a thick mime-accent as he's got. And folks round here ain't to fond a mime anyhow.
When he talks, it sounds mostly like a feller walkin' on empty tin cans.