Character Backstory

Brent Kinnecom, THAT was that guy's name! He was that guy who would always approach you at an office party and wrap both of his legs around you like some kind of insect gymnast dragging an ant into its clutches. You'd have to push him into a table full of half-empty wine glasses and paper plates smeared with beige leftovers or cake crumbs, and he'd generally split open his head and wail a high-pitched howl, get hauled off to the emergency room for stitches or to monitor a concussion, and he'd reappear a few days later in the break room at work, acting as if nothing had happened, eating one of those terrible microwave soups in those styrofoam containers, something like bacon and broccoli which would stink up the entire break room causing everyone to quietly leave, heads cast downward.