"That's actually quite flattering", exclaims Thruxis, "though I must admit the part about being a dwarf makes me sound short, which", he straightens up and thrusts his chest forward, "I am not. In fact", he points sternly at nothing in particular, "it should be noted that whilst I am partial to bushwalks along rivers and near waterfalls, it might also be a stretch to label me an adventurer."
At this point he begins to pace back and forth, a habit that is described less as endearing and more as a trait to be endured. "It's a weekend thing", he begins, from the middle as usual. "I tend to be at work all week, so the opportunity to get out really only arises on the weekend."
And indeed, whilst quiet during the working week, Thruxis rages throughout the weekend on a nonstop binge of excess, living life to the fullest. Leaving a trail of destruction...
"Hang on, a trail of destruction!?" interjects Thruxis, "I do no such thing! I might go to a film festival, or enjoy a bit of live music at a bar but that's about it." Whereupon Thruxis sits down at his grand piano and demonstrates his musical skill by playing a flawless rendition of a piece by Mozart. And Bach. At the same time.
Thruxis laughs heartily, "At the same time? I really don't think you've thought that description through. And the grand piano? Is this supposed to be my grand piano? Do you have any idea how much a grand piano would cost?" He rises, coolly and majestically, from his seat at his very own grand piano.
"I'm still sitting, if you must know", Thruxis states indignantly, "and I'm doing it on an old, worn-out, second hand sofa. If you're not going to adequately represent me, then I refuse to continue this, this...".
"Hmmm, too cliched for my liking. And I wouldn't have capitalised 'Dwarves' in the first sentence, but I don't suppose you narrate many of these stories, do you?"