Dad-2
From Torg Adventure
Your father had already risen from his bunk in the corner of the shelter, and seemed to be giving some sort of rant about always being right.
He was a short man, and very obviously obese. The string vest and long shorts didn't help his somewhat grimy appearance.
You had always been thankful you seemed to have inherited your looks from your beautiful mother rather than your dumpy father.
Deciding it was probably best to let him have his moment, you left him alone and returned to the others.
What happens now?
