<strong>Name:</strong>Mackenzie Dattisecks , aka Mack Datty Sex<br/><strong>Sex:</strong>Male<br/>Job: Miniature Pimp<br/><strong>Role:</strong>Irregular Jack Off<br/><br/><strong>Appearance:</strong>(http://i133.photobucket.com/albums/q61/mrgerty/Characters/midget-pimp.jpg)<br/><strong>Bio:</strong>Mack Datty Sex is a midget (or short person) who suffers from Napoleon Complex, an inferiority complex said to effect men who are short statured. His complex drives him to overcompensate for his vertical handicap by surrounding himself with beautiful women, money, and high class rides.<br/><br/>While chilling back at his crib with several of his phat bitches and skanky hoes, the windows to the lush, upscale penthouse suite suddenly exploded and the room was overrun with hideous and obscenely large ... FLEAS?!? Already decked out in his most extravagant and ridiculous outfit, Mac snatched up his cane and the keys to his Caddy, then waddle-sprinted, with much effort and loss of breath, out of the penthouse suite and into the elevator, easily avoiding the large monstrous fleas as his girls screamed and struggled in futility. The bitches were on there own.<br/><br/><strong>"Holy shit! What the FUCK where those things?! There were bigger than my DICK! Did you see what they did to Candy? God Damn! That bitch was FINE too. Fuck!"</strong>He yelled and cursed at the terrified elevator attended, who had just peed his pants and now stood trembling in the car corner of the elevator car. The doors to the elevator close and Mac sighed, regaining his composure. Deciding that the elevator attendant was useless, he extended the cane and press the button that read G1. He was on his way down to the garage level to ... FLEA.... in his beloved cadillac. As the elevator descended, Mac tapped his foot to the music that jingled softly from the concealed speakers. Smiling, he turned to the attendant and said in a matter-of-fact tone<strong>"I like this song."</strong><br/><br/>The elevator doors opened and Mac ran, as fast as a midget can run, to his Caddy, thumbing the keyless entry as he turned the corner. He climbed into the custom driver's seat and closed the door, started the engine and hauled ass out of the garage. He wasn't sure where he was going, but he knew he had to leave.<br/><br/><strong>Personality:</strong>Rude, crude, sarcastic, hateful, skeptical, control freak<br/><br/>Equipment/Weapons: Black laquered pimp cane with a steel handle of a snake head with a diamond for an eye.  Numerous unregistered hand guns.  Black Cadillac with special seat and pedal adjustments and 22" chrome wheels for his Napoleonic cruise of his turf.<br/>