Walking over to the door in his briefs, Homer opens it and sees before him a delivery man. The man looked to be in his early-to-mid thirties, a thick and heavy beard accentuating his aged face, and his eyes were a deep amber that practically froze Homer on the spot because of how piercing they were. His body was larger than that of the average joe, muscular arms and legs contrasting with the solid potbelly that stuck firmly out against his shirt, making it fit nice and snug around the bulging middle. It seemed that every inch of his skin was covered in hair, judging by the hedges growing on his legs, arms, and the sliver of chest that was exposed by the unbuttoned top of his shirt.
"Good afternoon to you, sir," He spoke with a burly but gentle voice, his eyes trailing up and down Homer's exposed doughy body, seemingly transfixed on the fat man's gut. "I apologize for interrupting whatever activity a fine man such as yourself were currently up to, but I'm here to drop off..."
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