Placing the metro newspaper on the floor, he flopped his fat body on it and cradled the plastic pint glass between his legs. It was all a part of a daily routine that he had never felt the need to break. His nails were curling over his fingertips, but this added to the efficiency of his toothpicking skills after getting bits of chicken bake stuck in his teeth (although holidays were coming up so this would soon be replaced with chunks of festive bake). He often flicked his findings at squirrels because he found it funny when they occasionally ate it; but this all stopped one day when a particularly fat and fed up squirrel stole his Greggs. Now he prefers to just leave the food and plaque to build up in his mouth. What a beautiful yellow smile.