Guy does tons of drugs, likes roguelikes, is into Prolog, Latin, Rust, C, has a Knuth check, has a degree in Nuclear Engineering, and has fuck-you smarts so companies will preemptively hire him to get keep from causing trouble elsewhere. I feel inferior just by the knowledge of his existence. It feels like when Sunday reveals his true nature in The Man Who Was Thursday. Can ye drink from the cup that I drink of?