He was Cue, according to the name-tag on his suit. He was tall and built like the proverbial brick shithouse. He was squat and barrel-chested, no-neck, though what little neck he had was tattooed — Ben couldn’t quite make out what was there, but he saw flashes of it. He was a square-jawed white man who looked like he dressed like a biker outside of work. Ben also wouldn’t have been surprised at all to see an iron cross tattoo on his chest or back.
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MN Manmacker's mansploitation