
He looks like random assemblage of overinflated tires, glued together with dog feces, covered in rotting cadaver skin, and outfitted with glass eyes and a wig made from speaker wire, who was then rolled in crisco and was allowed to bake under the Maranjab desert sun for a few months.
KILL. IT. WITH. FUCKING. FIRE.
Seriously. I'm not sure at which point life becomes not worth living, but that... whatever the fuck it is, has crossed that threshold long ago.