Meat King | Hitman: Contracts
The gelatinous antithesis of body-obsessed, dietary-dictated gym bitches, this guy is sex and ugly minced up and squeezed into a giant greasy sausage skin of seduction. The bloated digits and black fingernails, the hint of red satin underpants, the fully stretched nylon socks, the luxuriant man-tits and a chez lounge fashioned out of swine carcasses. He's a gratuitous expanse of indecency that has a complete disregard for magazine cover cosmetic beauty, and that gives him potent sex appeal. Just don't let him sit on your face.