<div class="floatright">(https://static1.e621.net/data/73/04/7304dc8f10fe674ae218fcb15bf72b4e.jpg)</div><strong>Meathead</strong>(https://docs.google.com/document/d/1F45IckRWiHbGrf37buxSoLRk0CW4GhpKEC8bDNExUSk/edit)<br/>A down day after a successful run the big oaf still couldn't sleep past 8am on a good day. He ran his massive finger through the hair atop his head before rolling out of the large sleeper cabin at the back of the truck. Finding a bit of leftover starch Pak for his small breakfast he stretched his massive arms and pulled on his pants before climbing out of the rig. Bare from the waist up he climbed down a shirt in hand that he slipped on before shutting the door to the truck with a solid thunk. He checked his pockets for the keys, finding them in his pocket, and locked the door before he looked round the vacant lot he had been parked in.