A man who despises anything other than corduroy pants. He has the ability to infinitely generate corduroy pants, and morph them into any recognizable man-made object. The source of all of his corduroy pants is unknown.
HE HATES SLACKS.
Guy 1: We need to hide, man. I heard John Corduroy just escaped from the Slack Slammer.
Guy 2: OH SHIT OH FUCKING ASS HELL OH SHIT
John Corduroy: I'm kill.
When you absolutely need to go into the car for about 10 minutes in order to enter your protective caccoon to evolve.
I turned the radio on to commence Brinefending