"Are we sure there's a man behind the cussin?"

Yeah, that's the question, isn't it? I think that what is behind the cussin' isn't really a man at all, but a short, bandy-legged lizard-being clad in a jumpsuit and wearing an enormous hat that covers up everything but his lower torso and legs. He is an egomaniacal, perverted little scumbag who makes a living by bamboozling the public with tales of his magic tricks and omipotent powers, but he has no real powers other than the ability to dissimulate without a flicker of guilt or responsibility. He lives to deflower virgins, corrupt the innocent, steal, cheat, fornicate, and engage in licentious gluttony of every kind. He is a cesspool of carnal thoughts and bestial behaviour, masquerading as a miracle worker and a wellspring of profundity. He is like something that grows between your toes when you don't wash for an extended period of time.

Here's what he really looks like when the screen is removed:


The real Spaw


And here he is striding along beside his latest chosen victim:

Spaw and next innocent victim