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S has a co-worker that he finds endlessly repulsive. Not the fascinating kind of repulsive, but the dreaded kind that one, when one comes in contact with it, is compelled to induce vomiting to rid oneself of such noxious influence... Preferably upon the source of that influence. I am admittedly really amused by it.

Based on his descriptions of said Repulsive Person's behavior, I formed an image in my mind's eye of a pasty, overweight, average late-20s dude with overhanging gut and grating voice. I pictured this RP with unfortunate frizzy hair in a sort of pyramidic shape, with glasses and a rampant neard.

It turns out I was rather incorrect on all counts but one - I told S that RP must have The Lips. You know what I'm talking about. Those loathsome, puffy, childish and overly pink, glistening, sluglike lips that we decided were exclusively male. They are not common, but they are unspeakably foul to me. As soon as I said "The Lips" to Steven, he knew exactly what I was talking about and provided an instant example from our most recent cinematic experience (The Chronicles of Riddick). The leader of the guys who ran the prison on Crematoria - you know, the one with the pseudo-Norwegian accent? He had them.