Shit, let's get real here. Who can hate a self-reflective nerd from Mississippi who plays a ukelele and sings garden party 60s pop? Not me! I totally imagine Dent May as the kind of troubadour who would follow around the main characters in a romantic dream - replete with acid-flashback cartoon animals and puffy hearts above kissing lips. He'd strum this impossibly miniscule instrument, belt out some tenored warbling, and accuse them prettily of being delusional alcoholics.
This is no Bruddah Iz here, kiddos - you won't be hearing any sweet renditions of Over the Rainbow coming from under these oversized glasses.
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