Drew this guy this morning while sitting in bed. His name is Toby Poguestaff. He used to sell cars in Sacramento, until he ran away to join the circus. Unfortunately he didn’t pass the audition on account of a botched human-cannonball routine that blew him straight into the lion tamer’s Buick, much to the chagrin of the bearded lady, who was sleeping in the trunk at the time. He tried to sell him a replacement, but dropped the keys down a storm drain, where they were eaten by an unnaturally large mouse wearing a nicotine patch.