::Busts into the doorway like a magnificent stallion coated in pure gold that shines with the brilliance of a thousand suns about to go super nova. Each step was a blessing to where he walked. Jesus would break down in tears of joy if he saw this magnificent creature stride as he did. This creature - perfection incarnate - does not simply "look" at something. He stares into its very soul, gracing the thing he beholds in a way only the gods could do. Not that Ted the Flying Giraffe cared - he was still drunk.:: "WHAS... WHAS THEES DEN.. EEYY?"