| -+- Marcello -+- |
| Race: Cat. Physical features: Short, curled whiskers, orange, black and white fur, white gloves, big feet, huge feet claws, Don Karnage-y eyebrows and grin, usually wears suspendered baggy pants, white tank top, and red tie. Mental State: Always thinks the ladies want him. Ego the size of a small planet. Favorite Book: Anything involving Playboy or his idol, Hugh Hefner. Theme Song: "Stray Cat Strut" The Stray Cats Likes: Women, achohol, bongos, boobs, The Masked Homie, his body, tangos, strippers, cocktail dresses, lounge singers, smooth and shiny legs, grinding, Ricky Ricardo, Playboy magazines, thongs, Jo Bob, conducting, and big,puppy dog eyes. Dislikes: Rod Foxton, Pew Pew, being put down, the truth, when he's sober, being made fun of for his height, boyfriends, femenists, the 'sensitive guys', and kids. Voice Actor In Mind: Charlie Adler or Greg Proops Ah yes, the self-proclaimed Casanova with a charming italian/spanish accent and a sick, twisted mind. Marcello loves the ladies and his beer. He likes to think that all the ladies are playing hard to get to make himself feel better. The truth is, they can't stand the greasy bugger. He is the conductor of The Funky Penguin's band, not to mention plays the drums/bongos (like his second idol, Ricky Ricardo) and does his best to sing. Unfortunetly he is tone deaf when it comes to his own voice... He hates Rod and Pew Pew because he believes they are moving in on his main prey, Homie, and although she tries *everything* to give him the hint that she's NOT interested (Kind verbal remarks and Physical violence) he still insists she 'wants his bod, hardcore.' He's wicked, he's filthy, and he smells likes tunafish. Hate him, love him, or smack him, the world is stuck with this sick cat... Pervs: can't live with 'em, can't shoot 'em. |
| On To: Kitten or Rod Foxton |
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