"He smells like rotting neggs!"

"His eyes are putrid yellow!"

The short Skeith allowed himself a small smirk as he crossed the street. To the disgusted onlookers, it looked like a menacing grimace. The tension rose, as they slowly stopped talking. It seemed like something had to happen. The Skeith was walking slower and slower, until he had almost stopped. He then turned around- his face hidden in the shadow of his top hat- and opened his mouth, showing everyone his ecru-coloured teeth. Taking a deep breath, he paused, before letting out an enormous belch.

With a grin, he said, "Hah, those beans really help clear me out!" and with that, he made a small bow and walked away, seemingly with a new spring in his step!

The Zafaras and Kacheeks, the Shoyrus and the Poogles started with a cough, and a splutter, an exclamation about the really bad stink!

But no one could blame the young gentleskeith, for everyone knows that Skeiths have bad indigestion, especially when it comes to beans. And he seemed such a nice young man. Well dressed from the top hat to the toe!

"I bet he's filthy rich, that one," said the shopper as she left.

So despite his unpleasant aroma, his shifty appearance, his loud burps, and his thumping feet, he might actually be a nice person after all! What is there to suggest he could be nasty? The unpleasant smell surely wasn't his fault, and he was so polite when he left. In fact, I can let you in on a secret. I have a friend, who is a friend, who is a friend with his sister. And she said that her friend said that...

... Anyway, apparently he donates lots of his neopoints to the Money Tree-- every MONTH! How kind of him is that! Surely he's the nicest Skeith around!

Yet as you follow him home, you realise that maybe that was just a show. Deep down, is he really nice?

He scuffs his well polished shoes in the gutter, coating them in slime and muck. He uses a yellowed nail to pick out between his teeth, which he then wipes on his waistcoat. As he nears the mansion, where he lives, he calls to the gardener, pointing out the leaves that have fallen off - threatening to fire the poor Shoyru!

He kicks open the door to his house, shrieking at the doortonu to take off his shoes and coat, after trying to bend down and do it himself. His fat body just won't bend that far, and so clambering on a stool the servant tugs the outer clothes of the Skeith off. Underneath, the smell is revolting. A waft of it escapes through the window you are standing at it. You almost choke. It's a mix of cabbage, warf food and Elephante droppings. Ew!

After a short walk, he seems exhausted, returning straight to his room, which, it should be pointed out, is a nest of rotting vegetables, dirty clothes and Skeith odor. Obviously the staff aren't allowed in there to clean up...

All in all, Filthy, what a yucky Skeith. You feel disgusted, and you should. The image of a rich but benevolent man is but a mask of his true nature.