The man that haunts Al's dreams.
Golden's worst nightmare and the unintentional savior of Miami football.
Sure, he probably has a large amount of hard candies in his jacket. Yes, he most likely blows his nose into a tissue then shoves it back into his pocket. And of course we know he randomly falls asleep on the couch with his mouth wide open, but he will be the man to swiftly bring the axe through Al Golden's hot dog neck, ending his reign of terror in Coral Gables.
Al cannot run. Al cannot hide. As he stumbles through dark alleys, knocking over trash cans and struggling to hop fences, he knows it is useless. There's no escaping his pursuer. He can hear the haunting buzz of his murderer's electric scooter growing closer. He is relentless. He is coming for him. He is coming for his career.
Look deeply into the eyes resting comfortably behind his Mrs. Claus glasses; they are cold. They are hollow. He is a calculated killer with one mission: destroy Al Golden.
