Motherfucker hasn't aged a day. Pickman has to grin, seeing that. He knows just how much he's changed. The hooves might be the most immediately obvious change, but they're only the start. A good decade of hygienic neglect and the slow transformation of his body from human to ghoul has left him looking like a drugged-out wreck of a man. His eyes have gone from golden-brown to flat-out yellow, his hair is starting to thin, and his teeth are mostly deep yellow, except for a few, knocked out and grown back in bright white and sharply canine.

He clip-clops in, shoulders raised, obviously tense. Giving a nervous, skittering laugh.

"It's a long'n. Herbie." But he can make it shorter. "I decided not t'be human anymore."