jason turner was a stalwart opponent of compassion. He believed it made one weak to hear sweet words or to feel that gentlest of affections from a lover.

He was a rock, but a rock with horrible hygiene issues. I couldn't help but question whether jason turners isolation was truly a decision of preference, or rather a defense mechanism relating to his horribly flaky scalp, and overwhelming body smell of gouda cheese.

whenever i would sit close to jason turner and note "it smells like gouda cheese in here" He would slink to the other side of the couch and said his father beat him with a corn cob, as if that was an excuse for smelling like shit.

jason turner had little need for friends, but i offer him my friendship anyways, even if it makes my hands stink to pet him.