"Pustule." Aptly put. Obviously Mr. F. is quite capable of taking care of himself.

In my perambulations in the old days, I occasionally encountered tribes who were given to the practice of cannibalism. Martin, I'm sure, would be relatively safe in their midst. He would be much too difficult to clean, and that would be left after the offal was removed would be a stringy bit of sinew and a gelatinous blob of suet. And should the cannibal chef crack open Martin's skull, all he would find therein would be inadequate to adorn a Ritz cracker.

Of what use, then, is this creature?